Hunter leaned in against him again, giving him a suggestive grin. "We're way beyond the sock-borrowing stage," he whispered teasingly and kissed him again (had he meant to not do that again?) then tittered and hurried to his closet to find socks. It was cold out and there was something a little vulnerable about being barefoot in other people's houses. In weather like this even Hunter wore socks in the house.
“That’s true,” Sebastian laughed softly as he kissed Hunter again, definitely in agreement with him there. They were way past just borrowing socks. The few times he’d had the chance to borrow something of Hunter’s, he’d enjoyed it, particularly his shirts. He was determined to nab a hoodie some day, just so he could cuddle up in it. Socks weren’t the same, but he appreciated it, and sat back on the bed to pull them on as soon as Hunter offered them.
Hunter waited until he was ready and then pulled the wedge from underneath the door so they could get out. "Your parents aren't like... super detail oriented when it comes to your socks, right?" he asked since it was simpler to just let Sebastian borrow these and give him his socks back later than it was to try and dry them, though he supposed he could hang them up if Sebastian ended up staying the night.
“No,” Sebastian smiled. “I doubt they’ll notice. And if they do, I’ll say I borrowed some of Greg’s.” He couldn’t imagine them making a stink over socks. They probably hadn’t even noticed he was gone. Sebastian cuddled up close behind Hunter, wrapping his arms around him and kissing the back of his neck. “Maybe if we’re lucky I’ll get to borrow your pajamas, too.” Not that he wanted to sleep in clothes if he was sleeping with Hunter, but he knew he was already pushing his luck.
Hunter loved feeling him behind him, solid and warm and tall - god, his boyfriend was perfect in every way - and it made him not want to go downstairs at all. He hugged his arms to his chest, closing his eyes for a moment to enjoy it. "Sorry, no pajamas for you," he murmured, his grin a little impish. He preferred his boy naked - though they'd probably sleep with a t-shirt and boxers on at least, just in case his dad came home.
Sebastian would have slept fully dressed if it meant he got to stay the night with Hunter, just for the chance to snuggle up against him, to fall asleep with him in his arms. They’d only had the chance to do so twice and Sebastian wondered what it would be like to have that on a normal basis. Would they sleep wrapped around each other, spooned up against each other, or would they need their space when it actually came to sleeping? He wasn’t sure, but he liked this, the way Hunter fit against him, and he held it as long as Hunter let him. “I can’t promise to be good if I’m not wearing anything,” he teased softly.
"Oh no," Hunter said sarcastically. "Because I totally want you to be good all the time." He tilted his head back and glanced up at Sebastian, tempted to just drag him back to bed, even if they were hungry. "I don't think pajamas would magically make you behave either, you know," he murmured teasingly.
Sebastian laughed softly and kissed Hunter, pressing his hips up against him as he did so, a slow grind that was definitely more naughty than nice. Hunter brought out a side in him he hadn’t even known existed, and made him feel safe enough that he was willing to act on it. “Probably not,” he grinned, slipping his hand down over Hunter’s crotch. “They’d just slow me down a little.”