forum Thoughtful, In Depth, and Very Gay (O/O)

Started November 28, 2018 by @SaltyLasagna

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Asura sighed and shook him again, harder this time. "Hey, pretty boy, wake up. It's time to go home."

Zackary let out a louder growl, wiggling away from him, nearly hanging off the desk. He wanted to be carried, if he were to move.

Asura huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. "Wings, you're going to have to get up, or I'm going to have to carry you. Or push you off."

If Zackary were to get pushed off, he wouldn’t care much. The floor was nice. He gave a slight growl in response.

"Are you suddenly mute? Or narcoleptic? Get up." He growled and shoved the man as he did so, but not enough to push him off of the desk.

Zackary curled up tighter into his ball, growling fiercely at him as he was pushed. He wanted to be carried. Was that so much to realize?

"Fucking hell," he muttered, running a hand through his hair. As much as Asura wanted to shove him, he couldn't. He had already been enough of a dick to the guy, he didn't want to make things worse. "If you won't get up, I'm going to have to carry you."

Zackary let out another soft growl, snuggling back into his clothing. He shut his eyes with a huff.

Asura huffed, hesitating before reaching forward and scooping the man into his arms with ease. "If I drop you, it's your fault," he muttered.

Zackary didn’t respond. He was quite light for being so curvy and squishy-looking. He crooned on in his sleep, his breathing steady.

Asura stood still for a moment, deciding that this was officially the worst idea he's ever had. He probably wouldn't be able to get this an off his mind for quite a while now. With a sigh, he walked forward carefully, doing his best not to disturb the man as he exited his office and made his way to the lounge, where there was a couch Asura could place him on. When he got there, he put him down gently, doing his best not to wake him.

Zackary immediately snorted awake when he was set down. He looked up at Asura, blinking sleepily.
“What are we doing?”

"I'm going home, so you couldn't sleep in my office anymore," he explained, turning his face away to hide his blush. "You can sleep here if you're still tired. Not a lot of people come in here at night."

Zackary huffed and wiggled under the cusions of the couch, like a puddle of water. “Fine. Leave me behind.”

(lol okay)
"Well it's not like I could've left you on my desk, an I can't really take you anywhere else,"he pointed out, arms crossed. "Besides, the couch is comfier, so you're welcome."

Zackary growled and wiggled out of sight again. “Nooo. The desk was comfier. Now you’re leaving me here.”

Asura shrugged. "I have to go home at some point, sorry."

Zackary growled at him from under the couch cusions. “I’ll just stay here until you fire me, then.”

Asura frowned, looking down at him. "Are you trying to quit or something?"

“I’m too old to be working that job! I deserve something better!” Zackary protested hot-headedly.

"Like what? What other choice do you have as a demon?" He asked, his irritation obvious in his voice.

“I don’t know, boss.” Zackary poked his head out of the cusions, his hair frizzed out.

"What kind of job do you even want?" He asked, trying to ignore the fact that the half demon's messy hair was kind of cute.