[ this is such a bold thing to say if only because of the two of them therion is 300% more likely to have weird feral animal diseases because he is a weird feral animal.
he's just being a little shit, though - proven even more so that when jiaoqiu starts half-assing his own, therion swats his hands away and picks up for him, grabbing a spot he missed, particularly around that bad leg of his. he needs something to do with himself or that gentle pass of his intimate touches is going to send him crawling the walls. or maybe crawling into jiaoqiu's ribcage. not really sure which. either way! ]
I swear you do this on purpose. [ this also is completely lacking heat and is just grumbling as he cleans him up - careful, careful not to push too much on the leg that was injured, careful not to touch him too much where it will hurt, where it will be oversensitive. despite his sharp words, he's so gentle, the brusque affection that jiaoqiu can likely recognize by now for what it is.
he does eventually roll over enough to grab whatever blankets got kicked off, stifling a yawn with one hand and tossing them unceremoniously over them both. gentle. maybe not that gentle. ]
[ it's not not on purpose. it's like therion intentionally pressing his buttons to get him to nag at him or wake up or whatever - jiaoqiu knows that if he's lazy enough, therion will take over, and he likes that.
he yawns widely when therion gently finishes wiping him down, watching him with lidded gold eyes. there's a measure of affection there, just like earlier. he's not affected by the grumbling in the least - he can feel the care that therion is putting into this, and it makes him feel warm. safe. sleepy, like he could just let therion do whatever he wanted to him and he wouldn't have to worry.
he doesn't answer. instead, when therion grabs the blankets, jiaoqiu turns on his side and throws his arm around therion, nosing at the side of therion's head. his tail flops over to cover their legs, as usual. maybe he'd be more shy about this, but therion just finished kissing him while coming of his own accord, and then delicately wiped jiaoqiu down after, so he feels like cuddling is not out of the question.
what might be a little more unusual is jiaoqiu taking his hand under the covers and holding it, but listen. he won't say anything if therion doesn't. ]
[ therion mutters - again, performative - as he is more or less dropped down under the blankets so he's laying back now, too, with jiaoqiu curling up next to him. the tail on his legs is familiar, too, because this position is one they've taken before. even this took some getting used to, but it's happened enough times now that his reactions are softened, that his initial balking at too soft, too close has eased with tentative trust, over time. jiaoqiu's own shamelessness when it comes to cuddling made it easier for him to quietly admit that he likes it without ever saying it, to allow himself to be held, to allow the affection as it comes.
when he takes his hand and holds it, that surprises him, though - he starts, at first, fingers flexing. just like earlier - a hand hold, out of nowhere. no utilitarian need to drag him through the market. no throes of passion, either. just the want to do it. it makes his nose turn pink, dusting with color, heartbeat tripping rapidly enough that jiaoqiu might even be able to feel it. there's a long pause.
and then, abruptly, without saying anything else, he turns over, bringing that held hand with him and curling up in a ball. the back of his neck is hot, because he this just pulls them into spooning, and somehow that's easier and harder all at once. with the arm pulled over him, he feels a little safer, in curling his hand back around his and holding on tighter, curled around it like a pillbug.
he also will not say anything. in fact, if jiaoqiu acknowledges this verbally, he might die. or he might just let go and run away as fast as possible, but - he goes along with the want to cuddle, and then some. ]
[ the very sudden turn to spoon is fine - it amuses him a little, but jiaoqiu understands. it's a lot. he's pushing his luck. but it's not a no, it's not running. it's toeing the line, a foot in the door.
he adjusts a little, making sure that therion is safely cocooned both in the blankets and by jiaoqiu's own body, holding him securely. presses his face against therion's neck for a moment, kissing it once, and then easing back onto the pillow and closing his eyes. he likes this. he very, very much likes having therion curled up around his hand like this, like a dog with a toy it doesn't want to give up. he likes being a barrier against the outside world. and he likes the way that they both start to warm up under the blankets, stealing heat from each other.
he doesn't say anything else other than murmuring good night, and he'll fall asleep this way. holding therion, almost protectively. ]
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[ this is such a bold thing to say if only because of the two of them therion is 300% more likely to have weird feral animal diseases because he is a weird feral animal.
he's just being a little shit, though - proven even more so that when jiaoqiu starts half-assing his own, therion swats his hands away and picks up for him, grabbing a spot he missed, particularly around that bad leg of his. he needs something to do with himself or that gentle pass of his intimate touches is going to send him crawling the walls. or maybe crawling into jiaoqiu's ribcage. not really sure which. either way! ]
I swear you do this on purpose. [ this also is completely lacking heat and is just grumbling as he cleans him up - careful, careful not to push too much on the leg that was injured, careful not to touch him too much where it will hurt, where it will be oversensitive. despite his sharp words, he's so gentle, the brusque affection that jiaoqiu can likely recognize by now for what it is.
he does eventually roll over enough to grab whatever blankets got kicked off, stifling a yawn with one hand and tossing them unceremoniously over them both. gentle. maybe not that gentle. ]
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he yawns widely when therion gently finishes wiping him down, watching him with lidded gold eyes. there's a measure of affection there, just like earlier. he's not affected by the grumbling in the least - he can feel the care that therion is putting into this, and it makes him feel warm. safe. sleepy, like he could just let therion do whatever he wanted to him and he wouldn't have to worry.
he doesn't answer. instead, when therion grabs the blankets, jiaoqiu turns on his side and throws his arm around therion, nosing at the side of therion's head. his tail flops over to cover their legs, as usual. maybe he'd be more shy about this, but therion just finished kissing him while coming of his own accord, and then delicately wiped jiaoqiu down after, so he feels like cuddling is not out of the question.
what might be a little more unusual is jiaoqiu taking his hand under the covers and holding it, but listen. he won't say anything if therion doesn't. ]
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[ therion mutters - again, performative - as he is more or less dropped down under the blankets so he's laying back now, too, with jiaoqiu curling up next to him. the tail on his legs is familiar, too, because this position is one they've taken before. even this took some getting used to, but it's happened enough times now that his reactions are softened, that his initial balking at too soft, too close has eased with tentative trust, over time. jiaoqiu's own shamelessness when it comes to cuddling made it easier for him to quietly admit that he likes it without ever saying it, to allow himself to be held, to allow the affection as it comes.
when he takes his hand and holds it, that surprises him, though - he starts, at first, fingers flexing. just like earlier - a hand hold, out of nowhere. no utilitarian need to drag him through the market. no throes of passion, either. just the want to do it. it makes his nose turn pink, dusting with color, heartbeat tripping rapidly enough that jiaoqiu might even be able to feel it. there's a long pause.
and then, abruptly, without saying anything else, he turns over, bringing that held hand with him and curling up in a ball. the back of his neck is hot, because he this just pulls them into spooning, and somehow that's easier and harder all at once. with the arm pulled over him, he feels a little safer, in curling his hand back around his and holding on tighter, curled around it like a pillbug.
he also will not say anything. in fact, if jiaoqiu acknowledges this verbally, he might die. or he might just let go and run away as fast as possible, but - he goes along with the want to cuddle, and then some. ]
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he adjusts a little, making sure that therion is safely cocooned both in the blankets and by jiaoqiu's own body, holding him securely. presses his face against therion's neck for a moment, kissing it once, and then easing back onto the pillow and closing his eyes. he likes this. he very, very much likes having therion curled up around his hand like this, like a dog with a toy it doesn't want to give up. he likes being a barrier against the outside world. and he likes the way that they both start to warm up under the blankets, stealing heat from each other.
he doesn't say anything else other than murmuring good night, and he'll fall asleep this way. holding therion, almost protectively. ]