(4)
"Hey, food's here." he said, brushing π's cheek.
"Mmβ¦ whatβ¦" π mumbled, not even opening his eyes.
β couldn't resist. He kissed him deep and slow.
π whined into the kiss, confused but pliant.
β's tongue explored him, piercing brushing against π's tongue. π moaned faintly, clinging to β's shirt.
When π started slapping his shoulder in protest, β finally pulled back. "Awake now?"
π huffed a breathy laugh. "I'm hungry!"
β laughed, ruffling his hair. "Let's eat."
Afterward, β took π for a short walk. They didn't hold hands outright, but their fingers brushed often. When the mood was right, β would throw an arm over π's shoulders. Even small moments like this meant everything.
Not pushing π too far, they soon headed back.
As the sky darkened, π dozed off on β's shoulder.
βSleep. Youβve got a 3AM stream to survive.β
β murmured, fingers brushing softly through πβs hair like a silent lullaby.
"When are you leaving?" π mumbled quietly.
"After you fall asleep," β said, pulling him up. "Don't sleep on the couch."
Tucked into bed, π blinked slowly.
"Eat well. Rest well," β whispered, kissing his forehead. "I'll come by tomorrow if I can."
"Mmβ¦" π was nearly asleep.
β watched him for a while, then stepped out quietly. At the door, he turned back, heart full of tenderness.
Their time together was always short but so precious.
He closed the door gently and headed back to the hotel.
Tomorrow, they'd find a new way to see each other again... ...
End.