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The sight that awaited Legundo after getting home was one of his favourites. Owen was snuggled up on the couch, expression blank and stress free. He was wearing one of Legundo’s shirts even though it was way too big on him, and his snores were slightly muffled from having his face pressed into the pillow. The TV was blasting one of those soap operas he was obsessed with, and the coffee table held a half-empty glass of water and a plate.
With a soft smile, he put a blanket over Owen’s body, turned off the TV and sat in the armchair to finish reading the article he had begun the previous evening.
There were empty containers in the kitchen waiting to be washed and clothes thrown around the apartment. Their shelves were overflowing in their attempt to display all their memorabilia and decorations, and the rest took residence on the floor or various tables. This was usual to them, but Legundo loved that their home looked lived in. Even if this meant scrambling to clean on the few occasions they had guests over.
Their little apartment was peaceful most of the time, but of course that couldn’t last forever.
Owen eventually began stirring from his slumber. Stretching his right arm, then the left and soon his whole body so he was stretched across the couch. He rolled around so he could stare at Legundo. His curly hair was messier than usual, and he could barely keep his eyes open.
“Slept well?”
“Just get over here,” he grumbled.
“If you’re still tired, I think you should go to bed.”
“Shut up.”
Legundo raised his eyebrows. “We need to reevaluate what counts as medical advice and what’s general care again.”
“I happen to think our system works just fine. I tell you what to do, and you comply. Now, get over here.”
Legundo stayed still, and from the look in Owen’s eyes, he figured he knew what he wanted first. A nice and simple please would speed the process along. But the longer Legundo looked into his dark brown eyes, the more his resolve crumbled. When it came to stubbornness, one of them was just better than the other.
With a sigh of defeat, Legundo relented, much to the chagrin of the other.
Owen was on him in an instant; crawling into his lap, wrapping his arms around him and, of course, placing his mouth against his neck. Legundo closed his eyes and leaned his head to the side. The scraping of teeth against his skin sent shivers down his spine.
“Do you have to bite?”
“You wanted me to show more affection, so I do and now you complain. You’re impossible.”
“One of my patients saw the bite marks today and asked if I had a feral cat,” he sighed. Owen hummed to show he was listening but didn’t stop his movement. “I said yes.”
He bit down harder in retaliation.
Legundo hissed in pain.
“Oops,” he said with an even tone, then kissed the top of the bite mark.
Legundo grabbed his chin and brought their lips together. “Menace,” he mumbled.
Owen just grinned. He pushed Legundo down and got himself comfortable on top of him with his head on his chest, and wrapped the blanket around the both of them. Legundo let himself be guided into whatever position Owen wanted.
When he had settled, Legundo kissed the top of his head. “How was your day?”
“Boring. Yours?”
“I finally found out what was going on with the woman I told you about.”
“Good. Knew you would.”
With a long day at work behind him and a warm body on top of him, it didn’t take long before Legundo’s eyelids grew heavy. He let his fingers run through Owen’s unruly hair because he knew he liked it. Legundo breathed in and out, deep and slow, as he considered what he could say and how.
“I’m fine,” Owen mumbled.
His cheeks flushed red. “I didn’t say anything.”
“Uh-huh. I’ve been eating and drinking water. I’m tired but feeling better.”
“Good.”
Legundo kissed the top of his head again.
“So stop worrying.”
He sighed. “You know I can’t.”
Owen’s health was the topic of most of their fights. Legundo wanted to help him and Owen didn’t want to be helped, going so far as to adamantly refuse any care, no matter how unrelated it was. Legundo could barely remind him to brush his teeth! They were still working out a compromise, but it was working for them so far. Legundo was happy to make it work.
“You’re lucky that you look cute when you worry. Otherwise I’d never put up with you.” Owen pushed himself up so he could properly glare at Legundo. He could usually be quite intimidating when he wanted to be, but it didn’t have its usual kick with his sleepy eyes, unruly hair and the fact he could barely stay upright. “But you need to stop, because I will bite you.”
Legundo scoffed. “You’ll bite me regardless of what I do.”
“That’s not true. If you ask me to stop, I will.”
That self-satisfied grin was plastered across his face even before he finished his sentence, knowing he had Legundo trapped right where he wanted him.
He tried to wiggle his way out anyway. “I’ve never claimed to dislike it.”
“But you sure do love to complain.”
“I don’t think this is a game you want to begin.”
“Sounds like it’s a game I’d win.”
Legundo bit the inside of his cheek. He guided Owen’s hand to his mouth and placed a kiss on his wrist, right next to the scarred blisters decorating his skin. It earned a soft smile from the other man and hopefully lowered his guard in the process. “You can’t wean me off bad habits with positive reinforcement anyway, so you’ll have to find something else.”
“How about distractions?”
Before he could question it, Owen had leaned down, leaving a trail of hot breaths on his neck. It certainly did a good job of turning his brain off. The kisses were soft, and his bites were gentle, with the occasional sting to keep him on his toes.
“That works,” he breathed.
Owen eventually settled down on top of him again, with the blanket wrapped tightly around both of them. Legundo sighed deeply. There was no feeling in the world like this.
When they were both on the verge of sleep, Owen mumbled, “Takeout tonight?”
“Sure,” he whispered. He didn’t want to move either.