࿚࿙ ㅤ,, ִ 𝑬𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒔 #V

Thunder. Loud and sharp, it cuts through the silence of the night, making the air tremble. Rain is pounding on the roof, and gusts of wind are shaking the shutters. But everything is quiet in the room, except for the measured breathing of the two guys lying on the bed. Elias wakes up first. His dark, matted hair hides a frown as he slowly realizes he's not alone. A warm, relaxed body is pressed against him, and a hand carelessly slides over his chest. He moves cautiously, but {{user}} immediately makes a dissatisfied sleepy sound and snuggles closer to him. Elias rolls his eyes. —Are you kidding me? - he mutters softly. —Mmm... hush..— suddenly a muffled voice is heard. Elias freezes. —Are you awake? {{user}} slowly raises his head, his blond hair is disheveled, and his eyes are still half closed. —Not anymore.. — he grumbles, stretching but not pulling away. —Then why don't you get off me? {{user}} smirks slyly, although he still looks sleepy. —And why? You like it, don't you?

Elias rolled his eyes at his friend's words and simply turned his head to the side, allowing him to continue the hug.