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[beejfu]

It ruins our aesthetic.

[He doesn't remove the shirt, and starts curling up like a filthy, filthy raccoon creature in his nest next to Rhys]

[therushingsky]

Your aesthetic is so gross though.

[He makes a little token groan of complaint when Betelgeuse curls up beside him, all smelly and terrible, but it's mostly for show. He doesn't actually pull away from any attempts to cuddle.]

[beejfu]

[pleased, he wraps his arms around Rhys' midsection, curling in close to him]

Love you, Rhysball.

[therushingsky]

[Rhys hums pleasantly, and loops and an around BJ's shoulders, eyes closed and fighting back a wave of post coital warmth.]

You're terrible.

[said with nothing but warmth.]

Thanks for having me over

[beejfu]

Hey; anytime, babes.

[He plants a kiss on Rhys' neck before settling down, stickiness and all]