Re: Roof: Damian/Misha
"I do not want her to bed me well or at all." He purposefully did not say the word 'fuck,' if only to be contrary. Not too contrary, as he then crawled right into the bed. He knew it would be a victory for the other boy, but he was willing to give it. But only that one. He was not going to say fuck again, if he could remember. He allowed himself to be shoved onto his back without resistance. He was not going to go to sleep. He refused. Instead, he would hold Misha. He let the boy settle and stretch, and he wondered if he ought remove his shoes. He did not make it far enough to actually move, however.
Misha closed his eyes. Damian huffed. He fidgeted, squirmed, until he got comfortable, and then he did not move. He allowed himself to close his eyes. He was not going to go to sleep. That was the last thought he had before he, quite soundly, fell asleep.