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"Are you reading in English?"
Wilbur lowered his book onto the blanket and turned to Techno. His expression was unreadable, and perhaps even Techno himself didn't know what expression he wanted to have.
"Yeah. Is that an issue?"
"Nope," Techno hurried to reply.
Wilbur patiently waited for him to continue. He was cosy in the warm silence of their shared bed. The light was dim and orange, its fuzzy texture negating any potential tension in the air.
"Y'know, when we have," Techno made a little pause out of respect for the word, "sex..."
"Mhm?" He knew how to get Wilbur's attention. He took off his reading glasses and put them away along with the book. Technoblade talking about sex was always highly entertaining, so Wilbur layed on the side to witness it. Techno also turned to him, the bed slightly creaking.
"...you sometimes speak English."
Wilbur smiled. "Speak? I can hardly call it speaking, Technoblade."
"You say words!"
"Is English that big of a turn-off for you?"
Their hands started touching, lying in that small intimate space between them. They stroked each other's fingers without much thought behind it, a playful reminder that they weren't arguing.
"I just want you to be here," Techno said, growing serious as his voice went lower. "I want your mind to be here."
"You know it is."
Techno took his hand gently. Big, rough palm consumed Wilbur's long and thin one. "Я хочу, чтобы мыслями ты был только здесь и нигде больше."
"Are you jealous again?" Wilbur said, his tone soft.
Techno sighed. "You have to take this seriously."
- I understand. I'll make an effort, Techno, I will.
They moved towards each other, heat between them shrinking and then spilling over both of their bodies in pleasant warmth as they embraced. Techno held Wilbur in a tight hug.
- You are not a foreign concubine of the emperor, Wilbur. You are the minister of the Antarctic Empire. Не читай на английском, от этого ты будешь на нём думать.
- Не буду, - Уилбур погладил его спину и уткнулся носом в его тёплое плечо. - Тебе говорили, что ты тиран?
Техно посмеялся и устроился поудобнее, положив на него голову.
- Да.