Pieces of heat

      Edgar was sitting on the couch and writing down new ideas for his next novel. Rampo was lying on his lap, making small patterns on his waist with his fingers. Such a methodical lesson, which sometimes turned into a tickle. The time was closer to midnight. The writer sighed wearily and looked at him. — Aren't you tired yet, Rampo? I know you usually go to bed much earlier.       Rampo stretched his whole body as if he were a cat. But that would be too little for a cat. He was lying on his boyfriend's lap with great pleasure, not paying attention to the late hour of the night. After all, he had not been a child for a long time and therefore could stay up late. There was nothing better than lying and cuddling like this, he knew a lot about it. He sighed sleepily. Yawning sleepily, he admired his boyfriend. Oh, inspiration doesn't come easy. He understood that. He buried his face in his chest, listening to his breathing. How good. He answered him cheerfully: — I'll go to bed when you go to bed.       Edgar smiled gently, stroking his hair. It was such a charming ultimatum. — I'm glad to hear that. Now, why don't I take it away.       He moved his boyfriend's head from his chest to his side so he could put away his notebook. However, as soon as his body was no longer pinned down, Rampo instantly hugged him tighter and pressed his nose against his side. he didn't say a word. The writer just grinned at this. —Ha-ha! So you were looking for an excuse to make out even more.       Rampo didn't tell him anything about it, he was too absorbed in the warmth that came from him. He exhaled slowly, pressing against him a little harder. He always thought it was nice that his boyfriend had such a delicate skin. She's just perfect for cuddling. He shifted slightly, trying to find a comfortable position on the couch. Although, to his credit, it should be said that, despite his small stature, he occupied almost the entire sofa. However, the sofa was small. He smiled slightly and yawned softly.       Edgar smiled at his boyfriend, pleased with the silence. However, he soon moved, trying to move away. Rampo, of course, snuggled closer. They played this game often. After all, the detective has a potentially great tactile hunger. — Oh, come on. I have things to do. You can't hold me just because you want to cuddle me.       Rampo wouldn't let him go, as if his whole life depended on it, he really didn't want it. By the evening, he always became too tactile and craved hugs very much. It may have looked strange, but he never thought about it. He wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's waist, now pressing against him a little harder than he should. Sometimes he looked like a koala when he didn't want to get rid of him. And, of course, he liked to cuddle. He mumbled playfully: — I can and I want to.       Edgar's smile widened, and now he had to lean forward even more to look down at him. He knew how much his boyfriend loved the fact when he hugged him. But he still didn't quite understand why he had to do it. He never protested, he liked it when Rampo hugged just as much, if not more. It was very funny and charming how the detective, with his small relative height, managed to literally strangle with his tenderness. So why was it so important if he, Edgar, wasn't a hugger? He still didn't understand that part. — How about a compromise, Rampo?       The detective looked at him with a little interest, in fact, he was really interested in his boyfriend's words. He shifted slightly, looking for a more comfortable position for himself. After all, he liked to cuddle with maximum comfort for himself. And sometimes it seemed a little selfish, but he knew that only his boyfriend really liked it. Besides, at this hour of the night they should have gone to bed long ago. He had already guessed about the compromise, but he was more interested in hearing it from his boyfriend. It's more convenient or something like that. He asked him curiously: — Mm, and what is the essence of the compromise?       The writer's blush became brighter as he searched for the right words to say. — I will continue to cuddle with you if you can tell me why you like to cuddle with me more than with anyone else.       He lowered his eyes, avoiding his gaze, fearing to give an answer that he would not like. He wasn't sure why he suddenly felt so insecure about something that didn't matter at all. It was just a simple question—Rampo was his boyfriend, obviously he liked cuddling with him more than anyone else.       Rampo raised an eyebrow in surprise, he honestly did not expect such a question. Lately, the writer has surprised him too much in everyday terms. Although, of course, he knew that his boyfriend was so quiet and modest in many ways. He couldn't complain about it because he thought it was very cute. And he decided to show it in the most effective way. Still hugging him, he gave him a quick peck on the lips, chuckling softly. He expertly told him: — Because you're my sweetest guy in the whole wide world. And even though you're so stupid sometimes, I love hugging you.       Edgar didn't think that the answer would be exactly like that. His smile became even brighter. He felt his heart jump in his chest. It was a beautiful kiss—although he didn't remember it being part of the compromise — but he wasn't sure he wanted to point it out. His mind was already going over everything he could say in response, but he decided that now was not the time to tease his boyfriend.       Maybe later. He bent down and kissed him on the forehead. — Oh, Rampo! You're so cute!       Rampo, with a satisfied smile, snuggled up to him a little more than necessary. For the sake of such hugs, he was ready to stay up for a long time — although he knew that at best he would fall asleep in ten minutes because of the warmth of the body, to which he was always crowding.