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Branzy woke up slowly. The way one would when woken from a deep, peaceful, dreamless sleep. He was warm. His pillow was warmer than usual. That was odd.
…his pillow was moving up and down in slow inhales and exhales. That was odder.
Branzy blinked his eyes open. Oh. His pillow is ClownPierce. Right. The night before. Branzy had stayed up far too late and had fallen asleep facedown on his desk in his workshop. He didn’t remember anything after that.
Ckown must have carried him to bed. That was nice. Branzy liked it when they slept together. It was warm. And softer, despite the actual bed not changing at all. Clown made sleeping softer. Despite people thinking he was cold and rough, Branzy knew otherwise. He was soft.
Clown’s costume was off. He was in his dark grey undershirt and leggings. That couldn’t be comfortable to sleep in. Branzy half considered waking him to get him to change. That wouldn’t be such a bad idea. They’d both be more comfortable. Branzy because his pillow would be softer, Clown because his clothes would be less itchier.
Branzy rolled over to look at the clock. 3:27 in the fricken morning. Creative juices o clock. Generally. When he wasn’t cozy in bed with his husband. Creative juices could wait until he wasn’t sleeping with his warm and cozy husband.
Branzy nudged Clown. “Clooown… wake up…” Clown grumbled and turn over. Branzy poked him harder. “Uuuppp..”
Clown turned back over, blinking at Branzy. “…whhat. S’ too early, Br’nzy…”
“Change.” Branzy mumbled. “You fell asleep in your underclothes again….
Clown blinked slowly at him. “Will you quit nagging me if I do?” Branzy nodded. “M’kay then.” Clown yawned and sat up, then went to his dresser. He quickly changed into his sleep shirt and shorts, then settled back into bed. “Happy..?”
“Yea…” Branzy mumbled as he buried his face into Clown’s shirt. He inhaled. It smelled nice. Like cinnamon and… just Clown. Smelled like Clown.
Clown wrapped his arms around Branzy. “Good. Then sleeep… s’ like… 3 am or something.”
“Mm…” Branzy hummed. His legs tangled with Clown’s and his tail intertwined with Clown’s. “3:30, actually.”
“…why the hell did you wake me up at 3:30 am to tell me to change.” Clown stared at Branzy.
“Mmmm ‘cause your undershirt was uncomfortable. Too rough. Not soft ‘nough.” Branzy decided to nuzzle into Clown’s neck and press little kisses there. He liked kissing Clown’s neck. No one else saw it, so he could do whatever he wanted with it, really. Sort of.
They didn’t do marks. That was a quiet agreement for them. No bites, no hickeys, no bruises (Clown was more in danger of doing that last one, and he did not want to hurt Branzy). No marks.
“Branzy…” Clown said in a slightly warning tone. “How sleep deprived actually are you?”
“Only like…” Branzy kissed up to the underside of Clown’s jaw and up to his cheek. “A lil’ bit.”
“Mhm? How much is a little bit?” Clown questioned.
“Like… two nights. Tops. A LOT is like… eight nights. That’s not good. Two s’ finneee…” Branzy kissed the corner of Clown’s mouth, then fully kissed him.
Clown pushed Branzy away a bit and Branzy whined. “Uh huh. You still need to sleep. Now. No more kisses until you sleep, you little heathen.”
“…goodnight kiss?” Branzy proposed with small puppy dog eyes.
“One.” Clown kissed him once, chaste, then wrapped himself around the taller man. “Now sleep.”
“Mmm… okay.” Branzy sleepily agreed, yawning. He nuzzled into Clown’s chest and closed his eyes. This was nice. He liked Clown. A lot. He liked cuddling with him and falling asleep in his arms. That was always nice, especially when he knew Clown would still be there in the morning.
Branzy woke up again slower. He was warm. He wanted to stay that way, preferably. So he nuzzled into the warmth and the warmth (the traitor it was) moved away. He grumbled something upset and unintelligible.
“Shh… time to get up, Branzy.”
“Nooo…” Branzy muttered sleepily. “Waaaarm…”
“Too bad. Upsie doozie daisy.” A finger poked his side.
“Don’ wanna doozie daisy…” Branzy mumbled, squeezing his eyes shut tighter.
“Consider this justice for waking me up at three in the morning because you thought my shirt wasn’t soft enough. Up. It’s nearly ten.”
Branzy blinked. “It is?”
“Yep.” Clown leaned down and kissed Branzy’s head. “It is officially time to get up and start doing productive things o’ clock. Up.”
“Okay, okay, m’ getting up.” Branzy yawned and sat up. He blinked blearily and looked at Clown, who was sitting up against the headboard.
“Morning…” Clown grinned at him sharply. “Sleep well past 3 am? Because I didn’t.”
Branzy’s mood soured and he looked down. “S-sorry. I- I didn’t mean to- I was- sorry…”
“Mm.” Clown hummed. “I forgive you. A little. I might do something later to make us even though. Watch your back, BranzyCraft.”
Branzy chuckled nervously. “I- I will. I always do, around you. And- and anyone, really, because you know I’m really not all that good with fighting, so not getting snuck up on is really a priority of mine, generally. Cause you know, getting kidnapped and used as ransom against you is not exactly high on my bucket list, that would be quite bad actually.”
“Mhm.” Clown stood up, stretching. “Quite bad indeed. That has happened a few times though. Specifically when it comes to Parrotx2. That bird is an absolute menace. Especially now that he’s king.”
“Yeah. Bird menace.” Branzy yawned and stretched. “Royal bird menace. Horrible. Absolutely dreadful, in fact. Do you have any plans today?”
“Hmm… I don’t think so.” Clown went to his dresser and put on his more casual clothes. Still decently fancy, fit for the king of the nether, but more casual that his usual jester costume. “No meetings as far as I’m aware, and most of the trade things don’t need to be urgently sorted out right this moment. I do believe I am free today.”
“Soooo… theoretically…” Branzy grinned and Clown gave him an exasperated look. “You could stay here and cuddle with me all day?”
“Food is still a necessity, Branzy.” Clown gently reminded him. “We do need that to be alive and not having it for a day is generally not advised.”
“Then send a servant. We have those, right? Or a guard.” Branzy suggested, sitting back against the headboard lazily.
“Well, yes, I do suppose that’s an option. Ferre might be upset though.” Clown sat on the edge of the bed.
“Ferre can go suck an egg. You’ve been wanting to get me to rest for days now, c’mon, Clown. I promise I won’t stay up to an ungodly hour for the rest of the week?” Branzy gave his best puppy dog eyes and Clown rolled his.
“Hmm… well that is a tough decision.” Clown pretended to think very hard about the offer. “I suppose I could agree to those terms, so long as you hold up your side of them?”
“Scouts honor.” Branzy grinned cheekily and held up two fingers in a fake gesture.
“You almost certainly were not a scout, Branzy. And if you were, I pray heavily for your former scoutmaster.” Clown sighed dramatically and flopped on the bed, his head in Branzy’s lap.
“Hey! You don’t know that. I could’ve gotten all the badges in the troop. I’m good at stuff like that. Fire, kayaking, bears, wilderness stuff.” Branzy flicked his tail and began petting Clown’s hair.
“You set your workshop on fire the other day because you wanted to see if a piece of styrofoam could survive a redstone charge.” Clown deadpanned.
“And no wildlife was harmed. Safe, controlled fire. In a safe and controlled environment.” Branzy pouted.
“Uh huh. Anyways. I’m gonna message Ferre. Rest your eyes. You need it.” Clown sat up and moved Branzy’s head into his lap. Branzy curled up and hummed contentedly.
He was quite happy to stay here. In his warm. With his husband. Not moving. That was nice.