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There's an arm wrapped loosely around his neck, Toris' warm weight settled on his chest as he traps Feliks' arm under his own. Feliks giggles a little as brown hair brushes his cheek, and he can see Toris pouting as he tries to squirm away from the tickling sensation, the sheets scrunching up next to him.
"Feliks, stop moving!" Feliks rolls his eyes.
"You realize your opponents will be moving much more than this, right?"
"Shut u-" He's interrupted by Feliks casually flipping them over and letting his entire weight flop onto Toris' chest, the mattress creaking beneath them.
"Feliks that's not fair!" Toris whines, embarrassed.
Feliks shimmies up and presses a kiss to the tip of his nose, then flops back down. "I'm tired of this," he announces. "Let's cuddle."
Toris protests but they end up cuddling under the blankets anyway.