TW: There is some butt stuff going on. . .nothing graphic. 

Title: ~Bed Snuggles~

Sjin buries his face in his lover’s neck while he catches his breath, hands going from dragging his nails down Sips’ back to trailing his fingertips delicately up his currently slippery spine in an apology. The CEO seems oblivious, though, resting his weight on his partner’s considerably more slight frame and pressing sloppy kisses under his ear while he grumbles half-coherent words of affection.

The architect giggles and squirms as soon as he has the breath to under Sips’ lazy kisses to particularly ticklish parts of his neck, moving his slender hands to the back of his neck to thread his fingers through the former lumberjack’s sparse dark hair. His legs feel boneless and weak, barely able to hold them around his partner’s middle as an orgasm-induced flood of hormones trickles through his entire body, but he cannot bring himself to let go.

Sips eventually shifts, trying to pull out, and finds himself trapped by Sjin’s trembling limbs. He manages to get a little leeway, enough to pull his head back and get a look at his face. “Sjin?”

“Don’t,” he whimpers, “Please.”

Sjin’s tone yanks at the CEO’s heartstrings, ones he would swear he didn’t have usually. “Sjin, c’mon. I can’t sleep on top of you, we’ve been through this.”

“I’m not asking you to!” the architect squeaks, biting his lip. “Just…Stay a little longer.”

Sips gives an abrupt, but quiet laugh, and settles again easily. “I’m not exactly goin’ anywhere. I’d be fuckin’ inches away, if that.”

“S’too much.” Sjin says, adorably determined in his fluffy post-orgasm state, and drags Sips’ head back to the crook of his neck to rest his own on it, petting his choppy, jet black hair with fingers worn from years of building work even gloves fit for the vacuum of space couldn’t protect them from.

The CEO hums low in his throat, burying his face in Sjin’s neck and savouring his warmth, his scent, his breath brushing past Sips’ hair, even if the exact conditions of his staying were making him a little uncomfortable. The architect sighs happily, allowing his vision to zone out on the dark ceiling of their small hut, miles in the air.

“I can feel your heartbeat in your ass.” comes Sips’ low voice against his neck, breaking their peaceful silence, and Sjin is silent a moment before he bursts out in uncontrollable giggles. The former lumberjack snorts and lifts his head, his partner’s laughter far too infectious to resist.

“Alright, get- get off me, you big lug!” he squeaks, breath still shuddering with amusement, as he finally uncages Sips from his limbs. The CEO shifts and removes himself carefully from the architect before he rolls off, his chuckles cut short when he feels him wince.

“You okay?” Sips murmurs, voice soft and low as he circles thick arms around Sjin’s middle and pulls him over, relieved when the brunette nods against his shoulder.

It is not long at all before the former lumberjack is ensnared by his partner’s limbs again, although this time only trapped by his legs being tangled up with Sjin’s and one hand on his chest that draws invisible patterns over his skin. They lay like that for a while, comfortable in their silence with the only sign that the architect has not fallen asleep being his hand continuing to move.

“So, uh…” the coal-haired spaceman rumbles, breaking the quiet and feeling his face heat a little with how much of Sjin’s attention he can feel on himself straight away. “What was all that about anyway?”

The brunette doesn’t answer for a while, and Sips rubs circles against his spine with his fingers soothingly, as if it would help. “I dunno, Sipsy. I just…Wanted to feel a little closer to you than usual for a while, I guess.”

The CEO snorts and shifts where he lays to press a firm kiss to Sjin’s forehead, squeezing him a little tighter in his arms briefly. “Sjin, I could be on fuckin’ Mars and we’d still be close, y’big dumbo.”

The architect squirms happily in the increased hold, snuggling further into his partner’s side than Sips ever thought possible. “I love you, Sipsy.”

“Who doesn’t, Sjin? I mean, look at me. You’re lucky I even tolerate you.”

Sjin hums, indulging his teasing. “Mm. I am lucky…” he murmurs, trying in vain to supress a yawn as his eyes close.

Sensing he was falling asleep, Sips cannot help the grin that spreads across his face. It takes a few minutes for the brunette’s breathing to slow and deepen into soft snoring, and the CEO settles his head on Sjin’s when he feels sleep tug at him too. Not as lucky as me, you son of a bitch.