"You would say that," Alfred says with a small smile. He swallows when soon after Ivar's arm slips around him, their bodies close and his heart seems to thunder and he'd almost think that the other could hear it beating in his chest as he lets out a heavy breath. The initial rush at the close contact does simmer down to a thrum that's relaxing, warm.
He leans into him, his hand resting against Ivar's skin, feeling the warmth that's almost too warm to be comfortable. He certainly shouldn't be giving into this... But he nuzzles his head against Ivar's shoulder.
"Good night, Ivar," he murmurs, though he's not sure he'll be sleeping anytime soon.
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He leans into him, his hand resting against Ivar's skin, feeling the warmth that's almost too warm to be comfortable. He certainly shouldn't be giving into this... But he nuzzles his head against Ivar's shoulder.
"Good night, Ivar," he murmurs, though he's not sure he'll be sleeping anytime soon.