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The warehouse was quiet, the faint hum of the ceiling fan mixing with the distant rhythm of rain tapping against the windows.
On the bottom bunk, kosei curled up slightly, small against the broad frame of sorato lying beside him. his back leaned against the iron frame, one arm draped lazily across his knees. sorato’s larger form sprawled comfortably along the mattress, tank top riding slightly, pajama bottoms loose, filling much of the space but careful to give kosei room
Kosei’s fingers found sorato’s shoulder first, moving up to trace the line of his neck and the slope of his broad shoulders. sorato shivered under the touch, a tiny twitch that made kosei pause, studying him closely; “ .. 's it fine? ” kosei asked softly, voice small but deliberate
Sorato’s head tilted slightly, hair brushing kosei’s hand, a soft sigh escaping his lips. he didn’t know exactly what kosei was doing, but he didn’t want it to stop.
That answer– silent, unspoken– was all kosei needed. as a small, quiet chuckle escaped him, and he pressed a little firmer, letting his fingers explore from shoulders down along sorato’s torso, over the gentle curve of his waist, moving like water over stone, reverent and careful despite his tiredness
Sorato let out tiny whimpers, soft noises that encouraged kosei’s touch, nudging closer with the slight weight of his large frame pressing down against kosei. then the younger man adjusted instinctively, letting sorato’s warmth anchor him as he moved along his broad chest and strong arms
“ Just.. how long have you been fighting? ” kosei murmured, voice low and fascinated, eyes tracing the faint muscles under sorato’s skin, lingering along shoulders and arms that had carried far too much for anyone to measure
“ I.. don't know ” sorato murmured, voice soft, sleepy, tilting his head so his hair brushed kosei’s fingers. that was enough. kosei continued, tracing carefully along the larger frame, pressing gently at points of tension, marveling at the contrast between sorato’s chaotic strength and the softness he allowed in this quiet space
As the night went on, sorato’s long limbs occasionally shifted, pressing closer, subtle nudges that kosei recognized as requests for attention without words. his small hand followed, gliding along shoulders, down broad back, over waist, letting his fingers linger as if memorizing the heat, the curves, the human side of a being who was so much more than that
Sorato murmured something half-asleep, incoherent, and kosei chuckled softly. “ idiot.. ” he whispered, grasping the other's hand in his own held, letting the contrast of sizes make the closeness even more intimate
Sorato’s hand shifted lazily, fingers slightly curling against kosei's, as the said man's thumb moved in circles, soothing, grounding, tracing a map of trust over a body that had endured far too much
Kosei narrowed his eyes, his head still as low as he watches the comfortable alien in his half-embrace, before lifting his head up, just slightly, to tiredly see the two little kaijus, in front of kosei's work room. the blue one, rekiness, spun around as it floats, receiving yet a spun from its little friend, trigaron, whom could watch from below
He let himself showed a little smile at that; mentally agreeing to himself that it was, indeed, one of the cutest thing he saw, before he goes back focusing on the clingy man next to him
Kosei shifted back a little, so he could fully and comfortably sitting without his tailbone suffers, and continues to caressing the form of sorato. ‘ .. guess sorato is already asleep.. ’ kosei noted, due to him not making any noises that kosei wouldn't definitely think of them every day
“ hey, ” he called out, with both of his little kaijus responded by turning their heads to him, curious. “ .. 's already night.. go to sleep. ” as usually, they obeyed immediately, getting up to the table in the middle, and go to their 'sleep mode', as what kosei would like to call it
He leans his head back against the frame behind him once again, deciding it's his turn to sleep either
Well.. it's surely surprising to know that sorato reacts when being touched like that