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[devoutish]

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[devoutish]

Because I wanna stay in bed all day today.

[He says lightly.]

[furgood]

[She's not helping with that, not at all. Because even if she's been persuaded to leave him be, touch wise, his hips rising up to meet hers and she has to struggle not to roll her hips down. ]

S-shoot.

[bywolves]

[ Well. That's not the actual answer, but Royce doesn't know if he has it in him right now to press. Quietly and trying to be light but mostly failing: ]

I was planning on doing that. Makes two of us.

[devoutish]

We'll make people come to us, then.

[Alfie yawns.]

Will you tell me what else is on your mind? What's bothering you?

[bywolves]

I'd like to sleep the hangover off first. [ He admits, a bit croak-y. ]

[devoutish]

All right.

I meant what I said about eating bread.

[bywolves]

[ He nods a bit against Alfie's chest. ]

In a while. Just... sleep for a while longer.

[devoutish]

I will, too.

[With his face buried in Royce's hair. What a nice pillow.]

[bywolves]

[ It is a nice pillow, and it's comforting, too. Alfie settles there, and Royce sighs out slow and falls back asleep.

A few hours pass, and when Royce wakes up next, it's late afternoon, almost evening. He doesn't wake up and throw up, thankfully, and his headache has subsided a little, but he definitely needs water. Carefully, he makes his way to the sink to get himself a glass, on unsteady feet. He feels... low. Sunken, almost. It's hard to describe, but he's tired of feeling it. ]

[devoutish]

[There's signs of Alfie having stirred - he's in a different position than he'd fallen asleep in, and there's a World War I history book lying tented on his side of the bed. He's asleep now, though, and when Royce gets up, he rolls over into the warm spot he leaves behind.]

[devoutish]

[He chuckles under his breath, and does it again.]

[bywolves]

[ When Royce comes back, he sits on the edge of the bed with his water, smiling a bit down at Alfie. ]

You've taken my spot. [ Royce informs him, whether or not Alfie is awake. ]

[devoutish]

[He's not really, but that doesn't stop him from grumbling under his breath and swiping a hand out at Royce.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce laughs a little, taking another drink of water before standing back up. He'll go take a shower, then, and wait for Alfie to drag himself to consciousness. ]

[devoutish]

[His hand connects with Royce's wrist, but when the other man gets up, he'll let go with another grumble. And when Royce pokes his head out of the bathroom after his shower, he'll find Alfie sitting up in bed with his book, a basket of bread on the bedside table.]

I popped back to the house while you were in the bath.

[furgood]

Don't you laugh at me. [Her admonishment is kind of dulled by how breathless she sounds. In revenge, she settles firmly onto his lap and rolls her hips in a slow determined way ]

[devoutish]

[She's without underwear, and by now he is too, so it doesn't take much - when she rolls, he angles his hips up, and the tip of his dick goes partway in.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce feels a bit like a new person once he's out of the shower, letting out a sigh of relief. And Alfie's awake, too, which is even better. Royce goes to sit on the edge of the bed with a smile, ruffling the water out of his hair. ]

And got bread, I see. That was fast.

[devoutish]

I nearly ran.

[He reaches up to brush his fingers through Royce's wet hair.]

You're feeling better?

[furgood]

[She's wet and eager, it takes hardly anything to push inside her, only the tip at first then a little more. There a little gasp of breath and then a pause.

She swivels her hips back and then down, taking him in in one long movement]

[devoutish]

[And with that, he wraps his arms around her and takes them in a roll, pulling her close enough for him to stay in as he does. Once she's on her back, he immediately starts to thrust - not fast or hard, but smoothly and steadily.]

[bywolves]

Yeah. [ He tilts his head a bit into the touch. ] Sleep and getting it out of my system helped. Could probably stand to drink another few gallons of water, though.

[devoutish]

[Alfie picks up the bread basket and hands it to him. Have this, too.]

[furgood]

[Her arms curl around his neck as she lands on her back, dragging him in for an eager kiss. She tries to move with him, a leg crooked against his hip]

[bywolves]

[ He settles on the bed, and quietly munches on bread and drinks water for a while, soaking in Alfie's presence. He's gearing up for a Talk, because he knows he needs to get this out to someone or he's going to keep rotting on the inside. And as much as he loves and relies on Gwen - she can't help with this, so much. ]