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Bruno rested his head against Abbacchio’s collar bone. It was damp with cooling sweat, but it was pleasant compared to Bruno’s own overheated skin. He reached up to where Abbacchio’s hand lay trembling on his chest and Bruno took his fingers into his own hand.
“You’re shaking still. Are you all right?” Bruno asked, giving Abbacchio’s hand a little squeeze.
“I’m fine,” Abbacchio sighed.
Even though his tone was clipped Abbacchio couldn’t help but feel a certain warmth rise in his chest at Bruno’s concern. Abbacchio looked down at Bruno who was peeking back up at him from his spot on Abbacchio’s shoulder. He had black smeared across his lips and down his chin from Abbacchio’s lipstick. Abbacchio figured he should ask Bruno if it bothered him having the other’s make-up smeared all over him all the time. But Bruno never mentioned it and Abbacchio enjoyed seeing it. The visual making his heart feel tight with a strange possessiveness. Swallowing hard Abbacchio shifted and set his forehead against Bruno, his nose nuzzling his partner’s hair a bit.
After a few still moments Abbacchio maneuvered his fingers so they were intertwined with Bruno’s and Bruno began rubbing a soothing motion along Abbacchio’s thumb.
“We should probably get in the shower,” Bruno said into Abbacchio’s shoulder, although he made no effort to move from his current position.
“Yeah,” Abbacchio agreed. He could feel the sweat drying along his hairline, making his scalp itchy, but he couldn’t be bothered get up and apparently neither could Bruno.
“The others will probably be back soon,” Bruno continued.
“Probably.”
It’s not like they were particularly worried about being caught. The rest of their little gang knew all too well about the nature of their relationship. However…
“They’ll want to do something for dinner,” Bruno sighed, only curling further against Abbacchio and closing his eyes.
“Probably will.” Abbacchio’s eyes also slipped shut as he dragged his finger nails lightly along Bruno’s bare back, making Bruno shiver.
“So we should get going,” Bruno said his voice taking on a sleep laden tone.
Abbacchio only responded with a tired hum still stroking Bruno’s back as the pair fell further into a post-sex coma. No showers were going to happen anytime soon. And the others would just have to figure dinner out for themselves.
A minute later they were dead to the world.