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The thick blankets were warm and soft as ever as Rosinante lay in bed, little eyes heavy with sleep and strained in the fuzzy darkness of night. His thick bangs lay like a blindfold over the upper half of his face, only obstructing his sight further. He had been awoken by a shifting beside himself, brain still bleary from sleep and body seeking the weight of something tangible under the sea of sheets.
Without much effort he finds another warm body, just the same size as his own, and curls up against it without hesitance. He shifts himself until he's almost entirely enveloped under the comforter, only the top of his head visible to the world of night around himself. He squirms against the softness eagerly as he settles into place, feeling how fabric weighs on his body and consumes him.
Doflamingo lets out a small sound as his little brother begins to wriggle beside him, turning immediately towards the obscured shape to catch it in his arms. He hadn't been able to sleep, though for what reason he did not know. He hadn't meant to wake Rosi, but the presence of his favorite thing eases his mind with a swiftness.
Rosinante slowly comes to a halt as Doffy's arms catch around his torso, allowing his body to be dragged across the approximate inch of space that seperated them. Doffy was always incredibly touchy, affectionate with his hands in a way he had adapted from their mother. She was very affectionate too, but he had become much more firm and encircling with the way he touched. Rosinante didn't really mind it.
In fact, he liked the way it felt to be bundled into his brother's arms, held tight against the boy's front like a stuffed animal. Small fingers clench into the back of his pajama shirt and Rosi only curls in closer, shoving his head against the ruffled collar of Doffy's sleepwear. It's a bit suffocating to breath under the weight of the blanket, but this issue is quickly dealt with — Doffy pulls his body up from under the stifling warmth, just enough that his face peeks out from the darkness.
Rosi can't quite make Doflamingo's face out, but he doesn't mind the dim shadows of the room with his brother right next to him like this. Doffy's hand slowly releases it's grip on his shirt and raises to his face, sliding under the ends up his bangs and brushing them upwards.
He moves slow, his soft palm pressing against Rosinante's forehead to hold the hair out of the way. Then Doffy leans in and presses his face against the skin, lips coming down firm against Rosi's temple and holding there for a few moments. This was another act that he had learned from their mother, but of course he always did it with a bit more deliberation and thus firmness.
With this Rosinante sinks in against the hold and exhales softly, letting his eyes slip shut. Doffy's kisses always make him feel tired, like sleeping in a set of arms is the only way he can keep steady through the whole night. The bed is endlessly warm and he never wants to leave it's embrace again.