Opossum-(mxm) (Rever series Eight)

Opossum Five

He hadn't felt so relaxed in years. 

The bed was so comfortable. 

The temperature in the room? Perfect. 

And the gentle feeling of someone running their fingers through his hair just light enough to be soothing, but not fully wake him? Bliss. 

Even his cat was content and began curling and uncurling the fingers of his left hand in the soft fur of the plush he was snuggling. The texture making his feline purr happily through his slightly-parted lips. 

"Sweet Ren..."

Ian purred louder as he nuzzled his face into the stuffed animal and curled up a bit more. He didn't remember having a blanket over him, but he could feel its softness against his arms and legs. 

"Comfy, sweetheart?" Grim asked as his hand wandered downward along Ian's cheek, then gently grasped the tip of his nose. 

"As much as I could watch you sleep all night, we have to go eat, babe." 

Ian's stomach growled loudly in response, making Grim chuckle quietly and squeeze the tip of his nose a little. 

"Let me take my gorgeous chain-wielder out to dinner, hmm?" 

Ian finally blinked open his eyes slowly, then look up at Grim, who was evidently lying next to him, propping himself up on his elbow with a smirk that fit him far too well. 

At first, Ian froze, startled by the man's proximity, but he quickly relaxed as Grim moved his hand from his nose to his cheek, then rubbed it gently with his thumb. 

"I was thinking, let's go to a big Chinese buffet down the street? They have tons of good stuff and I can put it all in your mouth until you can't handle anymore," he goaded as he squeezed Ian's cheek. 

Ian's heart thumped hard in his chest, but he knew that Grim was just trying to provoke him into blushing. 

Pressing his nose into the stuffed possum he still held in his arms, he replied with a sleepy yet firm voice. 

"I'll let you fill it with anything you'd like." 

Grim's smirk faltered slightly as his eyes widened the slightest fraction. 

"Oh?" he rasped as he leaned closer, moving his fingers along Ian's jawline until he could grip his chin. 

"Anything?" Grim asked quietly as he leaned over him slightly, then nuzzled his nose partially against the stuffed animal and partially against Ian's burning cheek. 

His stomach twisted with nervousness as a yawn forced him to open his mouth a little... only to feel something soft brush against a few of his upper teeth before quickly withdrawing! 

His mind short-circuited for a solid ten seconds before he clamped his jaw shut with a loud, startled squeak!

He sat up moment's later, holding one hand over his mouth as the other held up part of his weight. 

Grim was nonchalantly grinning down at him, having gotten up while Ian was resetting his brain. It was still tweaking a bit, too, because Grim was now licking his own lower lip slowly. 

So hot...

"You did say anything. I just wanted a taste," Grim said when Ian continued to silently stare up at him. 

 I... you... 

"Alright babe, time to go get dinner," Grim said as he walked over to a small dresser and picked up something that had been folded on top of it, then returned and promptly tugged it over Ian's head.