W-wait, sweetie--*Shiox attempts, but he’s a little slow on the protest, already held securely against Varada’s warm frame before the words even escape his pale lips. Well. No fighting it now, is there? He knows that determined expression all too well.*
Supposed... supposed to be the hero, not the princess. Getting the story a little confused, aren’t you, Varada? *he gently teases, allowing his head to rest against his lover for a moment. Honestly, this will be quicker, he can’t deny that—the motions rock his aching head, make his stomach turn, but at the same time... he doesn’t have to move for the moment. He can focus on further pushing himself back into full awareness.*