#castrumsepulcriburgum #nsfw #ish?? it's mentioned! #and i dont wanna bug anyone
“No… not too much. Just a little. It might get a little on my nerves.” Of course, this was said in the most honey-sweet of voices, kind to the point of teasing, but probably sincere all the same. You really had to guess, unless you were Carlino and knew him well enough.
It was hard to settle what with the prickling rain against his skin, cold and ticklish, and whenever Leon tried to lay down properly, the feeling made him squirm far too much and this was not a position in which to squirm. Eventually he could find no other way to solve this issue and sat up. Part of him knew he should still be embarrassed, but the burning shame did not come, not when this man with whom Leon was so comfortable was the only observer.
He was far too preoccupied with feeling clean and less sweaty, besides.
“… Exactly how tired are you. Like just hypothetically speaking and stuff.”
“Mm, well…” He chewed on his lip, tilting his head up to the sky and opening his mouth to catch the rain. As much of this kind of weather he experienced each year, there was still something lovely about sharing a downpour with someone- especially an after sex downpour with your boyfriend on the cutest island in all of fucking fuck. He was tired, yes, terribly so but at the same time, he was more than willing to stay up if Leon was in the mood to.
“I am rather ti-tired but not too to tired! Why do you ask?” He murmured, repeating it again and with a louder voice when he realized the rain drowned him out.
Leon shifted slightly, and would have the decency to look slightly embarrassed if he were anyone else. Perhaps there had been something lovely and prying in Carlino’s tone, or perhaps Leon had simply expected it and therefore imagined it.
“Well I was thinking, like. If you’re not totally exhausted we might go down to the beach or something.” … Rather underwhelming in comparison to what had just wandered into his mind. But the seawater was bound to be warmer than the rain, and who ever said these boys were sensible enough not to go swimming in the middle of the night?
… Laying back down on his boyfriend’s chest didn’t make the choice all that easy or anything, though. Swims or snugs. His heart was torn.