[ There's a short delay before Gen gives a drowsy laugh at that. It's most unintentional when his tail lazily whaps against the mattress under the drape of the blanket, jostling against Eustace's leg along the way. ]
Not interested in cuddling with some sweaty guy.
[ So he says when the bed is so cramped that his back is pressed up against Eustace's shoulder??? ]
Maybe if we're ever stuck somewhere in danger of freezing to death ... and even then, only as a last resort. [ His words are already starting to trail off, growing indistinct as sleep starts to take over him. When Gen next takes a slow breath, his shoulderblades shift under the lay of his shirt, nudging against Eustace's shoulder before sinking back down. ] Glad ... we didn't have to make Gray do that ... she would've melted from the embarrassment, I bet ...
[ The next breath he takes is slower, deeper, settling into that languid rhythm signature of sleep. Then it's quiet.
Lucky for Eustace, Gen's girlfriends were right -- he's not a kicker. Other than a few wayward shifts of the tail that brush against his legs, Gen is mostly still in his sleep.
Unlucky for Eustace, he's only mostly still in his sleep. And despite how easily he'd griped about not wanting to cuddle with a guy -- it's chilly, any extra warmth is enticing, and Gen's not really used to sharing his bed with people other than sexual partners. So when he rolls over in his sleep and his arm comes to rest against the warm shape of another person, he doesn't give it an iota of thought before pulling them close. Gen sighs in his sleep, his breath grazing warm against Eustace's shoulder when he drowsily nuzzles against him for a moment, then stills once more. With his arm wrapped over Eustace's chest in what is most definitely a gentle, if mildly possessive, cuddle. ]
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Not interested in cuddling with some sweaty guy.
[ So he says when the bed is so cramped that his back is pressed up against Eustace's shoulder??? ]
Maybe if we're ever stuck somewhere in danger of freezing to death ... and even then, only as a last resort. [ His words are already starting to trail off, growing indistinct as sleep starts to take over him. When Gen next takes a slow breath, his shoulderblades shift under the lay of his shirt, nudging against Eustace's shoulder before sinking back down. ] Glad ... we didn't have to make Gray do that ... she would've melted from the embarrassment, I bet ...
[ The next breath he takes is slower, deeper, settling into that languid rhythm signature of sleep. Then it's quiet.
Lucky for Eustace, Gen's girlfriends were right -- he's not a kicker. Other than a few wayward shifts of the tail that brush against his legs, Gen is mostly still in his sleep.
Unlucky for Eustace, he's only mostly still in his sleep. And despite how easily he'd griped about not wanting to cuddle with a guy -- it's chilly, any extra warmth is enticing, and Gen's not really used to sharing his bed with people other than sexual partners. So when he rolls over in his sleep and his arm comes to rest against the warm shape of another person, he doesn't give it an iota of thought before pulling them close. Gen sighs in his sleep, his breath grazing warm against Eustace's shoulder when he drowsily nuzzles against him for a moment, then stills once more. With his arm wrapped over Eustace's chest in what is most definitely a gentle, if mildly possessive, cuddle. ]