talking to him

dynamics

𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊

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karl feels like utter shit as he walks down the hallway of their apartment building, making his way towards their door.

all he really wants is to sleep. or cry. or cry until he sleeps. really, any combination of the two would do him some good right now, after the long and tiring day he had at work. he ended up working two hours of overtime just to get his presentation finished and ready, but staying so late meant that it was only him and ryan left in the building.

the first hour wasn't so much of an issue, presumably because his godfather hadn't even realised karl was there, but then he must've clocked and everything went quickly downhill. ryan just couldn't leave him alone -hanging around karl's desk, speaking lowly and offering unwarranted touches- and his behaviour only served to distract karl which, in turn, longed out his time there.

he wanted to get it done, but it's hard to focus on spell-checking a powerpoint about car manufacturing and advertisement when there's someone breathing down your neck and trailing their fingers up your arms. karl even used his work as an incentive for ryan to stop (after he ignored the brunette simply telling him not to) but the older man still didn't care. karl supposes it's because he isn't dumb, and he knew that putting off karl's work would mean him staying later.

all the touching has made karl feel dirty, in a way, and he is desperate for a shower as if he will be able to scrub off the memories. as if he can undo the touches, even when he knows that it isn't possible - he's tried, no amount of cleaning ever makes it go away.

he pushes open the door, walking in and discarding his bag and shoes in the entryway, before passing forward into the main room of their apartment to spot sapnap sprawled out along the couch.

"karl!" he cheers as he drops his phone onto the coffee table and holds his arms out, "come, come."

the brunette giggles, plastering on his practised smile as he crosses the room. he climbs over the couch arm, even though it's a little awkward, and right over his boyfriend until the ravenette tugs him down to lie with their bodies pressed together. "hey."

"i've missed you," sapnap mumbles as he peppers kisses over every inch of karl's face that he can reach. the brunette messaged to say he would be home late, though even he didn't think it would be quite so late. "you smell nice."

karl can't help but giggle at his clingy boyfriend. he uses a hand on either side of sapnap's head to prop himself up over the ravenette, smiling down at him and admiring his boyfriend's features. he's aged so much since they met - in all the best ways, like a gradually maturing wine.

karl wonders what sapnap will look like when he's old. knowing the ravenette, his luck will only make him look better.

sapnap leans up to press a kiss to the side of karl's neck, even though he has to stretch up uncomfortably, so karl lowers himself slightly closer to make it easier for sapnap as the ravenette traces kisses around his throat. "you're irresistible," he mumbles against karl's skin, his lips brushing over the expanse.

an intrusive thought slips into the moment, making karl think that being 'irresistible' is why ryan, his own godfather, can't keep his hands off of him. if that's the case, karl doesn't want to be irresistible. if that's the case, sapnap's words feel more like a curse than a compliment.