[ Enri's answer arrives after a minute or two: the bedroom door opening, Darius slipping through. Not pausing to take in the sight of Enri in the bed (dimly moonlit through the veiled and shuttered windows) (beautiful against the mess of bedding) (he's never liked the sight of any other in his bed so well) (he's never been pleased by the bare thought of joining anyone in bed, just to linger, just to rest), though he notes each detail, feels his blood hum with the pleasure of the scene. Slipping softly into bed beside the boy, to drift a kiss across Enri's cheek, to wrap his arms around the boy and draw in beside him wholly.
To whisper, pleased and without razor— ]
Daddy's here.
[ And, brushing one hand through Enri's hair, nudging the boy with his forehead— ]
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To whisper, pleased and without razor— ]
Daddy's here.
[ And, brushing one hand through Enri's hair, nudging the boy with his forehead— ]
Go to sleep, Puppy. Daddy's here.