[ possibly for the best. despite knowing that Toji’s senses are absurdly sharp for a mortal man, Choso still tries to be as quiet as he can when he creeps on in. the low creak of the door is the only sign of his passage… to normal folk. ]
[ He seems to be out like a light, but fortunately for Choso, looks like he's sleeping completely shirtless. (Nice.) It's questionable if he's wearing anything else beneath those covers, but surely that's not relevant. ]
[ some other time, he will allow himself a tiny flush of victory, but for now he has a mission.
upon drawing closer to the bed, Choso pauses a moment to survey the work of art laid out on it, the curves and planes only just barely visible to his eerie eyes. it is the perfect time, it is the perfect crime, and he lifts the covers up as he climbs onto the mattress with only the slightest creak of springs and old wooden jointing. ]
[ with the careful motions of a dog settling in, Choso lies down in a tight fetal curl, pressing up against Toji’s side with a quiet whuff of breath. ]
[ It's hard to know if Toji heard Choso sneak inside and was faking some sleep or if the additional weight of his body is what wakes him up. Still, his eyes are sharp even in the darkness, he can smell the familiar scent of Choso and how strong it is with him being so close.
When he opens his mouth to talk, he sounds.. pretty threatening, like he might attack Choso any second now. ]
[ like it’s normal. like he isn’t steeped in the sharp scent of terror, barely even begun to fade.
where he lies, he has curled his left arm with its sleek prosthetic tucked against his abdomen, animal-like in how he has balled up. his hair splays around his head, unbound and messy. ]
[ the sudden movement has Choso kind of lifting a bit where his forehead had stuck to the skin of Toji’s side, only to plop him back down to the sheets in a slow slide toward the dent where the man had laid only seconds ago. oof. ]
I don’t want to. I want to stay here.
[ ah, how petulant, how pitiful. he’d hate hearing it from himself, but he finds he can’t care about it, same as how he can’t bring himself to lift his head. ]
[ This is so strange. Their whole relationship this far, for the most part, has been enjoyable in the sense of their bantering and fighting. It's a relationship based in violence. Violence and sex. That's it. Was this Choso's way of soliciting sex again? Or something? Otherwise, it seemed like maybe Choso wanted to be with him-- just to be with him. Like he found some kind of security in him.
But there's no way. Right? ]
Let me guess. You want to have sex, right? That's why you're here? I'm not in the mood. I'm in the mood to sleep, which is what I was doing before you came in here.
[ that’s new. it is the very basis of their relationship, this trade of carnal desires, but here in Toji’s bed with the faint barred shadows from the window stretching across the room, Choso wants no such thing. ]
I just want to stay here. Right here. You can sleep if you want. I just want to stay.
[ Something about this seems kind of familiar in some way, but Toji can't exactly put his finger on what memory it reminds him of; not right away, at least, but the emotion it provokes is not what he expected. He scoffs, picking up the tousled duvet and pulling it back up on the bed. Almost naturally, without thinking, he reaches over to ensure the blanket covers Choso. ]
You're impossible.
[You're impossible. That's what he would say to Megumi in the middle of the night when he had a bad dream and Toji, with his lack of parental skills and knowledge, did not know how to soothe him even after he put him into the bed with him. That's it. That's the memory he suddenly remembers. Damn it. He thought he had forgotten all of those wretched things.
[ expecting another rebuff, it comes as more of a surprise when the blanket settles over him too. perhaps it’s for the best that his face is mostly hidden by hair and the dark; Toji doesn’t have to see how his face crumples up, eyes clenched shut as his shoulders hike up high around his ears.
he smells like fear, Choso does. ]
Un. I am.
[ he’s shit at lying, so he doesn’t bother trying. ]
[ yeah kind of, Toji. In any case, there's a prolonged silence, and then Toji hits back against the bed with a thud, followed by a groan. Looks like he's allowing this? Huh. ]
Don't use all the blankets either or I'll kill you.
[ He turns on his side again, but this time with his back facing the curse. Look at that big, cozy back. Those muscles. Wouldn't it feel nice to snuggle up against that? ]
it takes a moment, a few long heartbeats before Choso moves again. he unfurls slowly, stretching out so he may better tuck into the warm space at Toji’s back. a cool forehead presses against the dip of his spine, arms curled between them until one hand creeps up daringly, bold in how fingers splay across Toji’s ribs before curling, blunted nails on skin.
into the dark, muffled by blanket and skin and the warmth of safety, Choso murmurs: ]
Thank you.
[ -before he smushes his face back into his little den of blanket and sheet. ]
[ It's annoying, not really knowing how to handle a situation like this. It forces Toji to evaluate his situation with Choso; evaluate how he feels about all of this and he doesn't like to do that.
The palm splayed over his ribs breaks his silence. When was the last time he just.. laid in bed with someone? Without anything sexual going on? Why did Choso pick him to seek comfort in? Toji thinks he's the least comforting creature on the planet. But.. it's somehow nice, having simple company like this. ]
[ of all the things to know shame over, his retreat into Toji’s shadow isn’t one of them. so when it comes to answering, it isn’t half as hard as it could be, not with the broad warmth of Toji’s back blotting out the world. ]
Nn. ‘S the safest place.
[ with yuji being a social butterfly and already struggling with all his friends’ scrambled memories, the last Choso wants to do is add to his burdens with such paltry things as nightmares and hang-ups about traumatic events.
here, there is only Toji, and the simple understanding that nothing will come without having to pass through him first. ]
[ Spoken, but with hardly any threat this time. Something else strange happens, though. After a brief moment, Toji shifts his palm over Choso's hand that is along his body, loosely intertwining their fingers. ]
[ later, Choso will look back on this moment with a strange wonder. later, he will flex his fingers and recall it with all the warmth of a fair memory. later.
but for now, he is simply grateful, and with a shuddering breath he lets himself relax, the tension in his body releasing in slow aching stages.
[ Luckily for them both, nothing comes in the middle of the night for either of them, and it seems like they both get some restful sleep.
In the morning, however, Toji is a rather late sleeper, and he's tossed and turned a little bit in his rest. That's the excuse he will use, however, considering he is now facing Choso with his arm slung over him, holding the other man rather close against his chest and under his chin.
It's hard to know if it was intentional or not, but the sunlight creeping in the cracked windows don't seem to wake him. He probably needed this much sleep for whatever reason. ]
[ it is the most restful sleep that Choso has gotten since they arrived at Windsor, so much so that he doesn't realize how deeply he had really slept until he awakens in slow increments to... a wall of flesh.
ah, no. it's just Toji, and Toji's thick arms, and Toji's really thick chest. it takes Choso a long and luxurious minute to realize it, and when it does spark recognition, he really doesn't try too hard to get free. in fact, it's a rather lovely place to be. in fact, once he's assessed everything and had a moment to appreciate the play of early morning light on Toji's skin, Choso treats himself by sort of. squishing his face right there into the cleavage. just right there.
[ Toji is dreaming, dreaming so deep and so vivid, it doesn't occur to him that he is grappling onto Choso of all people. When Choso moves a little closer, he exhaled deeply through his nose, still seemingly snoozing away.
He mumbles, but Choso should be able to hear him just fine. ]
My darling... nnn...
[ His chest may be soft, but he's having a really good dream, so.. Choso probably feels something under the covers that is definitely not soft. ]
[ it isn't hard to figure that this must be some form of sleep-talking, that there must be some sort of dream or memory playing in the theatre of Toji's psyche to prompt these warm rumbles. it isn't hard to figure out that whoever Toji is talking to, it isn't Choso.
but here in big warm arms, with that unmistakable hard-on below, Choso finds that he can't quite care as much as he ought to. was it not dream or memory that brought him here to Toji's bed in the first place? the least he could do is... what? help out?
so it is that a careful hand drifts down low, sliding between their bodies beneath the covers to curl gently around Toji's shaft like a caress. ]
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upon drawing closer to the bed, Choso pauses a moment to survey the work of art laid out on it, the curves and planes only just barely visible to his eerie eyes. it is the perfect time, it is the perfect crime, and he lifts the covers up as he climbs onto the mattress with only the slightest creak of springs and old wooden jointing. ]
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When he opens his mouth to talk, he sounds.. pretty threatening, like he might attack Choso any second now. ]
What do you think you are doing?
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[ like it’s normal. like he isn’t steeped in the sharp scent of terror, barely even begun to fade.
where he lies, he has curled his left arm with its sleek prosthetic tucked against his abdomen, animal-like in how he has balled up. his hair splays around his head, unbound and messy. ]
So shh.
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well, looks like he's still in his underwear at least.. ]
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I don’t want to. I want to stay here.
[ ah, how petulant, how pitiful. he’d hate hearing it from himself, but he finds he can’t care about it, same as how he can’t bring himself to lift his head. ]
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But there's no way. Right? ]
Let me guess. You want to have sex, right? That's why you're here? I'm not in the mood. I'm in the mood to sleep, which is what I was doing before you came in here.
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[ that’s new. it is the very basis of their relationship, this trade of carnal desires, but here in Toji’s bed with the faint barred shadows from the window stretching across the room, Choso wants no such thing. ]
I just want to stay here. Right here. You can sleep if you want. I just want to stay.
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You're impossible.
[ You're impossible. That's what he would say to Megumi in the middle of the night when he had a bad dream and Toji, with his lack of parental skills and knowledge, did not know how to soothe him even after he put him into the bed with him. That's it. That's the memory he suddenly remembers. Damn it. He thought he had forgotten all of those wretched things.
Was something making Choso nervous, then? ]
What? You scared?
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he smells like fear, Choso does. ]
Un. I am.
[ he’s shit at lying, so he doesn’t bother trying. ]
It was a very bad dream, that is all.
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[ yeah kind of, Toji. In any case, there's a prolonged silence, and then Toji hits back against the bed with a thud, followed by a groan. Looks like he's allowing this? Huh. ]
Don't use all the blankets either or I'll kill you.
[ He turns on his side again, but this time with his back facing the curse. Look at that big, cozy back. Those muscles. Wouldn't it feel nice to snuggle up against that? ]
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[ quiet, and yet… relieved.
it takes a moment, a few long heartbeats before Choso moves again. he unfurls slowly, stretching out so he may better tuck into the warm space at Toji’s back. a cool forehead presses against the dip of his spine, arms curled between them until one hand creeps up daringly, bold in how fingers splay across Toji’s ribs before curling, blunted nails on skin.
into the dark, muffled by blanket and skin and the warmth of safety, Choso murmurs: ]
Thank you.
[ -before he smushes his face back into his little den of blanket and sheet. ]
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The palm splayed over his ribs breaks his silence. When was the last time he just.. laid in bed with someone? Without anything sexual going on? Why did Choso pick him to seek comfort in? Toji thinks he's the least comforting creature on the planet. But.. it's somehow nice, having simple company like this. ]
You're needier than I thought you would ever be.
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Nn. ‘S the safest place.
[ with yuji being a social butterfly and already struggling with all his friends’ scrambled memories, the last Choso wants to do is add to his burdens with such paltry things as nightmares and hang-ups about traumatic events.
here, there is only Toji, and the simple understanding that nothing will come without having to pass through him first. ]
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[ Spoken, but with hardly any threat this time. Something else strange happens, though. After a brief moment, Toji shifts his palm over Choso's hand that is along his body, loosely intertwining their fingers. ]
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[ later, Choso will look back on this moment with a strange wonder. later, he will flex his fingers and recall it with all the warmth of a fair memory. later.
but for now, he is simply grateful, and with a shuddering breath he lets himself relax, the tension in his body releasing in slow aching stages.
safe. it is safe here, at the demon’s back. ]
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In the morning, however, Toji is a rather late sleeper, and he's tossed and turned a little bit in his rest. That's the excuse he will use, however, considering he is now facing Choso with his arm slung over him, holding the other man rather close against his chest and under his chin.
It's hard to know if it was intentional or not, but the sunlight creeping in the cracked windows don't seem to wake him. He probably needed this much sleep for whatever reason. ]
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ah, no. it's just Toji, and Toji's thick arms, and Toji's really thick chest. it takes Choso a long and luxurious minute to realize it, and when it does spark recognition, he really doesn't try too hard to get free. in fact, it's a rather lovely place to be. in fact, once he's assessed everything and had a moment to appreciate the play of early morning light on Toji's skin, Choso treats himself by sort of. squishing his face right there into the cleavage. just right there.
ah.
who knew it could be so soft in here? ]
sorry it's 🔞
He mumbles, but Choso should be able to hear him just fine. ]
My darling... nnn...
[ His chest may be soft, but he's having a really good dream, so.. Choso probably feels something under the covers that is definitely not soft. ]
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but here in big warm arms, with that unmistakable hard-on below, Choso finds that he can't quite care as much as he ought to. was it not dream or memory that brought him here to Toji's bed in the first place? the least he could do is... what? help out?
so it is that a careful hand drifts down low, sliding between their bodies beneath the covers to curl gently around Toji's shaft like a caress. ]
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