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[Fingers thread through Ryou's hair as Atem is kissed first on the forehead, then on the side of his mouth. Soft. Soft, soft, soft. Ryou is soft and big and warm, and Atem's not inclined to take his hands away.]

I don't mind when it's you...

[Meaning, that when Ryou gets high, Atem is fine with messy smoochy cuddles. But there's another important order of business. If Atem is going to nap, then he doesn't want to nap alone. He hooks his wandering fingers into Ryou's collar, feeling the soft, supple leather.]

Stay.

[Nap with him. Nap with him!! He insists.]

[Ryou's breath catches when his collar is tugged...then he pushes Atem back.]

How silly...that you'd think I might pass on a nap with you. Come on then, make room for me, and we can rest together.

[He wants Atem to get comfortable first--sheets or no sheets? Not that they need those right now, they're pretty warm monsters on the whole. Still, all Ryou wants right now is to make sure Atem's comfortable and close, and maybe that they can hold tails. Which is his own brand of silly, but he sure did become fond of the action pretty quickly.]

[Atem...somehow finds the coordination to scoot backwards.

He does have to flap his wings, once, to give him enough lift to move away from the edge of the bed. It has none of Atem's usual precision of movement. He is dizzy, he is tired, he doesn't want to be moving anymore, and he shuffles himself backwards onto the bed, with a bit of a barrel roll, making space.]

Now get in.

[Pushy!!]

[Ryou will, of course, assist where he can by pushing Atem, but he, unlike Atem, doesn't want to seem pushy! It's fine if Atem's pushy, but it's a wholly different thing when Ryou does it, after all. Especially since he doesn't want to make Atem feel physically as if he's being moved too much.

But once room is made for him, he does slip into bed, wriggling closer and tangling their legs together before wrapping an arm loosely around Atem to hold him close.]

I certainly hope this meets your standards, Your Majesty.

[Though for all his sass, Ryou does settle in for a proper rest, and within a short time, he's dozed off. Maybe he hadn't had any of the brownies, but he still appreciates a good nap.]

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[...Which lasts until Atem wants to get up, of course. Ryou wakes up a few times in between, checking the time intermittently...and eventually decides to get up on his own.

He had promised Atem that he'd take care of him, and he intends to! But he's hungry, so he forages a little, having himself a leftover sandwich before prodding at one of the brownies on the counter longingly. Hmm...he really wants one.

Maybe just one wouldn't be so terrible, right? Atem's bound to have slept his high off by now, it wouldn't hurt too bad if Ryou just had a single one.

...That was about thirty minutes ago, from when he woke up, and he didn't have one, but three. So by the time he goes back to Atem's room, he's very relaxed, enough to crawl back onto the bed and curl up against Atem.

This is where he wants to be. This is where he belongs.

He's gonna watch Atem. He'll watch him and watch him and take care of him and watch him.

...He's staring at Atem's face. That counts as watching.]

[He is so sleepy.

He's out like a light.

He barely stirs, snorts a little when Ryou gets up...and then settles right back into a sleepy enbrace when Ryou comes back.

Eventually, he'll blink himself awake.

His eyes feel puffy.

His mouth feels dry.

But, he's moored again in time...the strange, bad disconnect from himself that had him second-guessing everything he said is gone. It's a mercy. Atem gives a fork-tongued yawn, blinking, blinking, swallowing --

-- and his eyes come up to meet Ryou's.]

...

...how long have you been awake...?

[The yawn is actually the best thing Ryou's seen in his life so far, he's fairly certain. He's just about overcome with the urge to touch it, but...oh. Oh. Atem's asked him something, and it takes a few seconds for it to filter through the buzz, but then he grins wide and answers truthfully.]

Mmm, not sure? I woke up and fell asleep a few times so I don't remember. I had a snack though.

How are you doing? Is it better?

[The tip of his pink nose twitches, sniffing curiously to try and figure it out. Stress smells? Fear smells?

...Oops. He's gotten so close that his nose is now touching Atem's chin.]

[.....

Dilated pupils. Delayed response. Overt physical affection. Affected spatial perception.

Yeah, he can guess what snack Ryou had. Even if he doesn't have the dog-nose to smell it, it's not hard to tell.]

....yes, it's better.

[...how long is Ryou going to leave his nose on Atem's chin...?]

[Just a few seconds.

Three.

Four.

...Ah. He pulls back, but not before a small mlem at Atem's chin.]

Cool.

[Cool? COOL. Ryou never says cool like that.]

I'm glad. You shouldn't have to feel a way you don't want to. I promise I'll label my stuff next time, and then there'll be no problems.

...I have to tell you something though. Don't be mad?

.....

[Oh, no. He has a feeling this is going to be funny. Atem slips a hand into Ryou's hair, threading it through the soft strands behind his head.]

What is it you have to tell me...?

[Ryou, naturally, looks contented at the touch. He wants to pout, for a moment, because Atem never agrees not to be mad! Why does he never agree not to be mad?!

But the fingers though. They're nice. They make it better.

Ryou leans in again, and whispers:]

The snack was brownies. I had three.

[Because he won't lie -- there are things Ryou might tell him, that might make him angry. But being angry isn't the end of the world...he'd rather be honest, and angry, and get to the other side of it, than pretend.

But this time, there's nothing to worry about.]

Three?

[One of Atem's demon fingers comes up and pokes at Ryou's stomach. Teasing:]

That's a lot of brownies, for one werewolf!

[And, still a tease, but also genuine, with a slight shake of his head, in amazement:]

I can't imagine what you must be feeling right now.

[He had one and it had him dead-limbed and staring holes in the walls.]

[The immediate effect of being poked is that Ryou squirms, and starts giggling. Actual giggling, followed by inelegant pawing at Atem's chest in some vague, useless form of protest(???)]

It is not, I'm huge, you know! Y-you do know, because--you embarrassed me in the restaurant by making note of my ill-fitting clothing!

[Dummy! Absolutely impossible!]

...I. I think I feel different than you? I can tell you what. If you like. Uhm, what I feel. But you have to pet me if I do.

[He does know! But, oh, Ryou's cute when he makes this giggling face...]

I would like nothing more.

[Atem shifts to sit up, just a little, to get his back against the headboard, so that he can nudge Ryou's head and arms onto his lap, for optimal petting. Go on, settle in.]

[Ryou accommodates the position, crawling closer and settling happily across Atem's lap. Once he feels comfortable--probably after nosing Atem's knee simply because the sensation felt nice--he lets out a happy dog sigh as his tail begins to lazily wag.]

Mmm~ Everything feels nice like this. You feel nice...but you always feel nice to me. You...you're home. You're a house that's made for me to live in.

[More nuzzling, more compliments.]

You're good. You're completely perfect, even when you're pointy like this!

[He's kind of lost his train of thought, or rather, shifted to a brand new one that revolves around Atem. If he's not put back on the right track, he'll probably be exactly this romantic the whole time.]

Not just a house. A great house.

[It's a pun on per'aa, "great house" or "palace," and where the word "pharaoh" comes from. The word for "king" is sonething different.]

The best house you've ever seen.

[Pet, pet, pet.]

[Pet good. Pet nice. Atem should be careful though, Ryou's tail is starting to make wider arcs. He's not paying attention to himself.]

Certainly the best house I've ever been in. Or rather...which has been in me.

[And he snickers at that, it's a good joke. All his jokes are good right now. Or always. He's got good jokes all the time, why doesn't he make them?

(it's not a good joke).]

[The demon snorts.]

That's right!

[And he, in all his demony unwisdom, pauses in his petting to give Ryou's hair a light, but significant, pull. A don't forget!

Choices are being made. At least it's not the collar.]

Do you always have a filthy mouth, when you get like this?

[Ryou makes a small, surprised noise in the back of his throat, his ears lowering not out of apprehension, but something else.]

No, not always. Only when it's funny, usually. But I guess you just have that effect on me. Why?

Does it bother you, knowing how I feel?

Please!

[As he pets Ryou's head, perfectly innocently -- except that instead of his palm being flat, his fingers are threading through the hair now, claws just barely brushing Ryou's scalp.]

After all the effort I've gone to, to get to know exactly how you feel, why would it?

[Atem can probably see the effect he's having, if he looks at the subtle rise of the fur along Ryou's shoulders, and the way his tail stops wagging and instead begins to curl slightly.

But just in case it was in question...Ryou also lets out a soft groan at the teasing touch as one ear flicks.]

Y-you shouldn't...say things like that. Not unless you're going somewhere with it.

[Listen, Ryou's not as hopeless as he was while he was a nipped up manticore, but...there are no inhibitions here. Atem is playing a game that's going to lead them somewhere dirty if he doesn't ease up.

All the more evident when Ryou turns to look up at him with half-lidded eyes. Is this what he wants?]

[There are a few reasons why "Ryou is high off his ass" is not stopping Atem from flirting heavily.

One: he's from a culture where getting heavily intoxicated at festivals and having sexual encounters is completely fine, normal, and encouraged.

Two: he's a demon.

Ryou does have a pretty terrible case of literal dog-face right now. But it also means Ryou is completely covered in fur. So...]

Who says I'm not?

[And he's going to flip Ryou over, and bury his fingers in fluffy neck and shoulder fur. If Atem has his way, he's also going to stick his hands up Ryou's shirt, so he can get hands in the belly fur there. Ryou gets tackled, and then fluffed and scritched.

Is this going to lead to anything else? Who knows? Right now, though, it's Pet Ryou A Lot hours.]

[Ryou is a little slow on the uptake when he's flipped around, but the first thought that comes to mind is You're so strong, Atem. Yes. Move me like I'm nothing.

Which is, inherently, not a horny thought. Even being belly-rubbed isn't inherently filthy, though it does feel really, really nice and gets him to relax. But what is horny, is the sound he makes at the satisfying sensation as Atem's clawed fingers delve into the double-coated fur he's covered in, as the claw tips niggle against his skin and make his stomach suck in because it tickles a little, but in a good way--

--and then Atem hits The Spot, and Ryou's leg kicks involuntarily a few times.

Then he laughs, because it's funny!]

H-hahaha! I'm--I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!!

[Oh god he can't stop laughing and if Atem's scritching him then he can't stop kicking either! But at least he's clear of walloping the small demon because of his positioning.]

[.....oh, no.

Cute.

Can he do it again...?]

It's here...?

[scritchscritchscritch!!]

[Ryou's leg kicks in affirmative.]

H-hehehehahaha! It's so weird, I'm not making it do that! It's just...doing it!

[He lifts his head up a little, in order to shake it out. This all feels really great, and a good shake always makes it better! Plus, it's equally cute since his ears slap against his head when he does that.]

Keep doing it, it feels good!

[It sounds half-demanding, half-whiny. Atem is totally in charge. King of upper and lower Ryou, may he scritch!]

[Fortunately, Ra's-Manifestations-Are-What-Is-Right-And-True Atem is in a generous mood!

He is going to scritch until he's asked to stop! And even then probably pet at other places, and get Ryou behind the ears, and around his neck, until they're both tired and flopped over and snuggly.]

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timeskip!

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nsfw implication. no filter, rip.

nsfw implications continued! oh dear.

will he stop? currently unclear

not stopped yet. n s f w

nsfw because ryou is not helping

nsfw!!! cw hitting on someone while they're intoxicated!

nsfw, but...

--but!

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