[He is unrepentant, for the record, for how he finished. It was sexy, Ling looked great, it worked out for everyone. He'll warn him next time, sure, but he has no regrets.
And of course Ling is tired; it'd be a miracle if he wasn't.]
Stay there.
[Because he has to dry himself off first, lest they both slip and fall and die. But it's a quick thing; just a brisk wipe, then he ties a towel around his hips (walking around with nothing on is a bit much, even for him, or at least when he's sharing a space with so many others) and hoists Ling up, guiding his legs around his hips.
He can dry in bed, he thinks vaguely, not really aware of just how wet long hair really is. For now: Ling gets dropped into bed, and then there's a few minutes of finding some boxers before Greed joins him. It's still light out, he cannot possibly fall asleep just yet, but at least he can lie there with him.
So they do. Ling clings to him, long limbs settling in place, his face buried in the crook of Greed's neck. He glides his fingers down his spine, a careful, slow pattern, and smiles faintly as he hears his breathing settling.
Perhaps he's asleep. Perhaps he's just dozing. But either way, he's not fully paying attention, so:]
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[He is unrepentant, for the record, for how he finished. It was sexy, Ling looked great, it worked out for everyone. He'll warn him next time, sure, but he has no regrets.
And of course Ling is tired; it'd be a miracle if he wasn't.]
Stay there.
[Because he has to dry himself off first, lest they both slip and fall and die. But it's a quick thing; just a brisk wipe, then he ties a towel around his hips (walking around with nothing on is a bit much, even for him, or at least when he's sharing a space with so many others) and hoists Ling up, guiding his legs around his hips.
He can dry in bed, he thinks vaguely, not really aware of just how wet long hair really is. For now: Ling gets dropped into bed, and then there's a few minutes of finding some boxers before Greed joins him. It's still light out, he cannot possibly fall asleep just yet, but at least he can lie there with him.
So they do. Ling clings to him, long limbs settling in place, his face buried in the crook of Greed's neck. He glides his fingers down his spine, a careful, slow pattern, and smiles faintly as he hears his breathing settling.
Perhaps he's asleep. Perhaps he's just dozing. But either way, he's not fully paying attention, so:]
I'm glad you stayed too, brat.