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Sethos and Hakushi rested on their couch, their limbs tangled with the other’s.The sun was slowly setting as the afternoon came to an end. The singing of birds caused them to not be able to sleep, so they were in a state of almost drifting to sleep.
The boy with brown hair and gold accessories in it, Sethos, started kissing the hands of Hakushi. That awoke him from his drowsy state.
"...Little bee, what are you doing?"
The little bee decided to not respond and continues with placing kisses on the older man's arms, even untangling their limbs to straddle his waist to have a better position to do so.
This wasn't the first time that Sethos had spontaneous impulses that involved kissing Hakushi, but this time, he seems to be focusing on one part of his body.
It wasn't long before he started comparing the sizes of their hands. Pale, delicate, long fingers contrast Sethos', his were shorter, and his sun-kissed complexion was beautiful against the other. He had a bigger palm than the other and his fingers weren't as delicate as the puppet’s one, years of training at the Temple of Silence being the cause of it.
The confusion wasn't forgotten yet, so Hakushi raised his eyebrow at him. He loosened one of his hands out of Sethos' grip and lifted his chin with it.
"Answer me, little bee." Sethos looked at him with a blush covering his cheek. It wasn't noticeable, unless you looked closely. Which Hakushi could do, the two were only a breath away from their lips landing on the other’s after all. "What spurred you on?"
"Well... Is it really a crime to like your partner's hands?"
"Something tells me that's not the only thing why you did that."
"Well, what do you think it is?" He said, a smirk appearing on his face.
He remembered something. Everytime Sethos had these moods, it would always end up in the two cuddling. Why would it change now?
"That you like me holding you as you drift to sleep."
A look of suprise replaces his face as Hakushi latches his mechanical hands onto his waist.
"It's true, isn't it?" He whispered into the other’s ear. The man shivered a bit, the air against his ear tickling him.
"What would you do if I said it was true?"
"Keep holding you."
A soft smile appeared on Sethos’ face after kissing the puppet’s forehead.
"Thank you, love."
He kept his promise, shifting a bit until they were both comfortable enough to drift to sleep. The last rays of sun getting replaced by moonlight, while they did so.