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

Started November 28, 2018 by @SaltyLasagna

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Zackary let out another shuddering yawn. “Too bad I do both.” He snuggled into his comfy flannel, humming as he dozed.

"I can't believe you," Asura muttered, typing away at his computer and sighing in boredom. This was the least interesting part of his job.

Zackary hummed as he dozed, his consciousness slipping away from him like water through fingers. He yawned a bit before going back into his flannel.

Asura glanced up a bit and chuckled lightly. He looked kind of cute like that. Now's not the time to think anything like that. Get to work, he thought, shaking his head and turning his attention back to his screen.

A few minutes passed and Zackary was snoring softly into his flannel, but it was mostly muffled. He exhaled in croons, which most Demons did.

(It’s like

Deep purring but on steroids. It comes from the deep depths of the chest and neck.)

Asura sighed, glaring over at Zacakary. "Update, that's not cute, that's adorable," he muttered under his breath, smiling a bit. He wished he had headphones so he wouldn't get so distracted by the noise. He needed to get stuff done.

(It’s like

Deep purring but on steroids. It comes from the deep depths of the chest and neck.)

(lmao "deep purring but on steroids")

(I always imagine crooning to be cute, but every man has his opinion I guess.)

Zackary took no notice. He was out like a sleepy light.

(I wrote that before I saw your response lol
but yeah that does sound pretty cute so I'm gonna change it lol)

(Lol okay. Purring on steroids is all I can think of)

My update:

Zackary continued his soft croons and snuggles into his shirt, sleeping soundly. It’d take a lot to wake him in a state like this.

(hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh okay)
An hour or so later, Asura's shift was finally over, and Zacakary was still asleep on his desk. He had somehow managed to get work done despite the odd situation, and he was quite proud of that. However, the day was over now and it was late, meaning Asura would have to wake him up so he could go home. Holding his breath, he reached over to gently shake the man, hoping he wouldn't snap at him.

(Zacakary)

Zackary growled softly when he was touched, the crooning immediately falling out of his voice. His body was too tired to rise.

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.