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[devoutish]

Solomons & Melborn
1108 Sweet Cream Street

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[bywolves]

[ Royce closes his eyes. ]

I wouldn't mind it if you did, but don't feel obligated.

[devoutish]

[Alfie gives him a nudge in the side.]

Roll over, then.

[bywolves]

[ Royce huffs, but he does, in fact, flop off to the side and down on the bed, on his stomach. ]

Only if it doesn't hurt you.

[devoutish]

How is it gonna hurt me, exactly?

[He flexes his fingers in preparation, then starts to knead at Royce's shoulders, gently at first.]

[bywolves]

I - mmf. [ That feels good, and he sighs out slow, relaxing. A beat, then muffled into the mattress: ] By leaning over me and hurting your back.

[devoutish]

I'm not gonna hurt my back.

[He kneads a little harder.]

Ridiculous.

[bywolves]

[ He is slowly going limp. ]

S'not ridiculous.

[devoutish]

Yeah, it is. You, you're fucking ridiculous.

[He's settling into a rhythm now.]

[bywolves]

[ If Alfie's not careful, he's going to backrub Royce right to sleep. Royce makes a bit of a protesting noise at being called ridiculous, but doesn't argue. He worries, okay. ]

[devoutish]

Is this sending you off to sleep?

[He's teasing, but he can't really talk - when Royce gives him his massages, they put him to sleep in minutes.]

[bywolves]

Mmn. [ Yawn. ] Feels nice.

[devoutish]

Good.

[He says quietly.]

Better than you lying awake half the night.

[Which is something he thinks Royce has done more often than he admits to.]

[bywolves]

[ Alfie's not wrong. ]

I might have tonight if you weren't doing this. [ Royce admits. ]

[devoutish]

Mm. If you wake up and can't sleep again, you wake me, too.

[bywolves]

Okay.

[ His fingers flex a bit. ] Might be soon that I fall asleep.

[devoutish]

Yeah.

[He knows. It's okay. He keeps up with the massage, moving his hands up Royce's shoulders a bit more.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce hums out low, and then finally, if Alfie doesn't say anything else, he'll fall asleep, loose and relaxed. ]

[devoutish]

[After Royce stops talking and his breathing evens out, Alfie keeps massaging for a while longer. But eventually, he lifts his hands from the other man's back and lies back down next to him - or halfway on top of him, really, with an arm thrown over his shoulders and a leg thrown over his legs. He'll sleep that way, if Royce doesn't wake him up, for the rest of the night.]