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[runningred]

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Jay gallops up the stairs, making horse noises as he carries Emcee into his room. "My liege."

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[runningred]

Jay, on the other hand, is quite alright with sappy. And being cuddled.

He chuckles into Emcee's hair. "And you're very huggable."

[i_am_your_host]

"I am not," he mutters, a smirk in his voice and on his lips. He shifts his legs just to get into a more comfortable position on Jay's lap, without dislodging himself from his arms. And he settles in against his body again, being absolutely not huggable.

[runningred]

"No, you're right. You're all corners and elbows." Jay teases, stroking his back. "Not huggable at all."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee snorts a laugh. "If that was some sort of jab at my being underfed and having the metabolism of a shrew, then-" (he blows a raspberry) "-you, darling."

He's still not moving.

[runningred]

"Would I make fun of your long limbs and graceful nature? And I'm pretty sure you've," raspberry, "me good and proper already."

[i_am_your_host]

He laughs again, sounding utterly relaxed and content.

"I would do it again right now if I could, but I need a nap," he chuckles.

"I'm hoping that you won't mind if I don't move from this position for a little while."

He likes it like this.

[runningred]

Jay cocks his head and flexes his feet. "I think I could make it to the bed carrying you, if you want. Otherwise we can nap right here."

[i_am_your_host]

"Mm, too much movement," he mumbles against his skin. "Right here will be fine. Sprawl if you want to. I'll just curl up on top of you."

[runningred]

Jay swings his legs up and leans back, cradling Emcee against his chest. There's a blanket over the back of the couch so he pulls it over them.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee resettles, with his head tucked under Jay's chin and his cheek pressed to his chest.

"Are you comfortable?" he murmurs drowsily.

[runningred]

"Perfectly, darling." He kisses the top of Emcee's head. "Couldn't be happier."

[i_am_your_host]

"Good."

He starts to drift off.

"Wake me if I drool on you..."

And he's gone.

[runningred]

Jay rubs his back, easing him into a comfortable sleep before drifting off himself.