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“Wrio…”
“Mm.”
“I really need to get back to work.”
“Hm…no.”
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“Seriously, I need to work! I have a call in two minutes!”
“No.”
“Wrio!”
“No.”
“Wriothesley! I’m serious! Get off me!”
“No.”
Now, for someone who is in Aether’s position, the obvious thing to do would be to push Wriothesley off and go attend the video call that was scheduled in minutes to come.
Unfortunately, when Wriothesley weighs nearly 130 kilograms of pure muscle and the fact that Aether only comes up to his chest, it becomes much clearer as to why the obvious is all but impossible here.
Simply put, Wriothesley decides when cuddles start, and when they end.
Much to Aether’s detriment and consternation.
“Come on ! This call is important!” the blonde kicks his legs to no avail, “Stop being so immature, Wrio!”
“...no.”
See, unlike Aether’s tendencies to slip into workaholism, Wriothesley knows when to take a break. And he missed his boyfriend, who despite staying in the same house as he is, was previously always working away at a laptop, holding conference meetings via video chat, or shouting into his phone because some incompetent subordinate or idiotic client was making his life unnecessarily difficult.
Due to his inability to step away from his work, Aether had all but ignored Wriothesley, despite being in the same physical space as he is. He might as well have vanished into thin air. The effect would still be the same.
As such, after about three days of being neglected, Wriothesley has had enough.
In a momentary respite between calls to make himself a cup of tea, Aether found himself being plucked off the floor, and manhandled over to the sofa, and dumped onto the plush surface, completely unceremoniously. The blonde barely had time to register that he was no longer making a cup of tea when all 130 kilograms of muscle expels all the air from his lungs by landing on top of him with such force that the sofa creaked under their combined weight.
Which brings things back to the current state of affairs.
“Wriothesley for the love of everything that is holy get the fuck off me - !”
“No.”
As if to prove his point, Wriothesley shifts upward, so that Aether’s face is firmly smooshed in between his pectorals, effectively silencing him.
“You’ve been working too much. You need to take a break.”
With his face smooshed in between two mounds of muscle, Aether is not in any position to respond.
“I miss you.”
That makes Aether stop squirming.
“I’ve been lonely,” Wriothesley says, “I haven’t gotten to cuddle you, hold you, or even be with you. You’ve been glued to your work. You need to rest. I don’t want to lose you entirely.”
The larger man squeezes Aether, nuzzling into the blonde’s neck.
“Please, Ae…just be with me.”
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Aether squirms underneath, but this feels different from his failed attempt to escape his boyfriend’s hold. Wriothesley lifts up slightly, allowing the blonde to speak.
“Okay.”
Wriothesley brings a hand up to caress his boyfriend’s cheek, “Promise?”
“Yeah…promise.”
In the end, Aether did not get any work done for the next… week .
One would think that this would’ve been grounds for firing, and Aether would be left without a job.
Instead…
“Wrio…”
“Hm?”
“Why did I receive a letter from my boss containing an entire month’s pay and a note saying that I have the next month off?”
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“Wriothesley.”
“Hm?”
“Did you threaten him?”
The larger man hums, squeezing Aether tighter and burying his face into the blonde’s neck, “If it means that I have you all to myself, I will do it.”
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Aether sighs, “What am I going to do with you?”
“Cuddles?”
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“Fine.”
Fin.