Can I cuddle youuuu?

He wasn't sure how he had gotten there. Or well, he knew he had walked there from the bar, and that he had been out partying with friends but that's petty details. And he didn't care for details right then. That was Iwao's job. If only the tiger could stop being boring with his thesis and go to sleep with him…

He tried to make the other understand that by staring at him, since he had been asked to "shaddup" so his boyfriend could work. Personally he thought —and knew— that he was way calmer now than when he called the older man. He had been quite wasted then… Which was why the man had let him come there in the first place, so his mom wouldn't freak over seeing her son drunk. Like she hadn't already.

So there he was, sitting on the floor with his chin on his right knee, trying to communicate telepathically with his boyfriend. His hair was still damp from the shower the tiger had made him take, so he wouldn't "reek of booze and cigs" any longer, just because that night had been one of those nights when he felt like smoking. Dammit. But at least it meant he got to steal a t-shirt from Iwao, which always was a bonus.

"…What are ya lookin' at?" At first, he wasn't quite aware that the other was talking to him, since he had gotten stuck staring at the man's collar. But then he looked up at the tiger's slightly frowning face, and blinked.

"… My thesis-writing boyfriend?" He tilted his head to the side, swaying just a little. He really wanted to hug him… "And am I allowed to talk now?"

"Depends on what'cha wanna say." There was a moment of silence then, as Yukio chewed on his lip piercings/bottom lip, seemingly deep in serious thoughts. Though he was in fact just thinking about whether to glomp the other from the side or back. So what he said next was very logical to his own drunk mind.

"I wanna hug youuuu~" He leaned more onto his own leg, and pulled out the last word as he often did when drunk, or begging. At that moment he was both. So then he grinned big when he heard Iwao laugh, and saw that wonderful smile on his lover's face.

"Pfff… Yeah, sure, go 'head."

"Yay~" He actually bounced a little up and down when he heard those words, as much as he could without a mattress with springs under him, before he unfolded his legs to get over to the other. Though, he thought it was an unnecessary hassle to walk the meter between them, so instead he crawled it. Which just had his lover chuckle again, and reach out to pet him when he was close enough.

He couldn't help but take that big hand in his own two smaller ones, and nuzzle to it before pressing a kiss to its knuckles. When he let it go so Iwao could keep on writing/reading/whatever he was doing, he crawled a little closer and leaned his head on the man's shoulder —or more like his upper arm—. Even though it was too high up to be really comfortable. It was still one of the best places to feel the other's scent, and close enough to hear his breath if Yukio let his eyes fall closed. So he stayed, and was petted a little once in a while.

But after a little more time of silence, the only sound being their breaths and the pen and paper in front of the tiger on the table, he gave out a whining sound, and shifted. His right arm that had been around the other's waist then moved to support him behind his lover's back, as he slid down on the floor.

At first, he tried to lie curled around the other, but even if the tip of Iwao's tail was comfy as it tickled the tip of his nose, he soon shifted again. This time he tried to lie with legs under the table and back to the tiger's leg, but it didn't turn out as good as he thought it would.

"What are ya doin' down there?" His ear twitched when he heard his boyfriend's voice and chuckle, the sound making him smile and shiver in drunk coziness. He turned to his back as he looked up at the other, spreading out his arms and legs while blinking and thinking. It was a good question, after all. Or not, he didn't really care.

"'m trying to snuggle you without disturbing you. It's hard, and so is the floor." He frowned when Iwao rolled his eyes at his joke, but the other chuckled a little again at least. The petting hand returned to his head, and he closed his eyes and hummed as he felt the man's fingers comb through his hair. It felt so nice. "I wanna hug and snuggle and sleep on youuu~"

"Sorry, still got sum' work ta do." The petting ended all too soon in his opinion, as the other returned to said work. Reaching down, he tugged down the very much too t-shirt he was wearing, since it had slid up when he moved around. And his naked ass needed all the warmth it could get.

"I know. That's why I'm not clinging to you." He wasn't pouting, not at all. He just really wanted to sleep with the other, since his eyelids were starting to grow heavy, and he made a small, grunting noise when he shifted. How he wanted to drape himself over Iwao's lap, cling to his back or straddle him and fall asleep in the crook of the older man's oh-so-nice-smelling-neck. Damn that thesis all the way to hell. "Lift your arm…"

He mumbled a little as he poked at the tiger's left arm, and when it was lifted with a wondering expression, he slipped under it. Carefully, he lifted his elbow between his boyfriend's legs, very attentive to not to hurt anything precious. Then he could place his right hand on the other's knee and his own cheek on his hand, ending up with the older man's leg pretty much in his own armpit, and his chest pressed to it too. After putting his left hand on Iwao's knee too, using both his hands as a pillow, he closed his eyes and let out a pleased sigh.

His smile only grew as he felt the other's big hand pet his hair a little, along with hearing his lover's small chuckle. And it stayed on his face when he pulled up his knees a little, and his lover let his arm rest around him, making him feel quite content anyway. He had had an awesome night out with his friends, drinks, partying and could then use his beloved tiger as a pillow, with the nice, lingering taste of minty toothpaste in his mouth. Really, nothing much to complain about…

So it didn't take long time before his breathing had evened out, and all his moving around had caught up with him and made his limps heavy with sleep. The telltale sign of him being asleep, his leg muscles twitching and kicking a little, was most likely what made the other man realize it.

He didn't wake up when Iwao carefully shifted and lifted him when he stood, but he did seem to nuzzle him the best he could as the tiger carried him to bed. When he was tucked in under the cover, he made the smallest of sounds, almost like a puppy. And when his boyfriend left him to sleep, he curled up into a ball, and nuzzled deep into the pillow.

Though he had still managed to kick down the cover to his waist when Iwao had organized his papers, brushed his teeth and was ready for bed. The man's sigh disturbed his sleep a little, and he groggily opened his eyes to look up at his boyfriend as he climbed into bed too. Just before he groaned a little, and turned his back to him so he could get spooned. And all it got him was a small chuckle, kiss to the back to his head, and a strong arm pulling up the cover over both of them, followed by said arm holding him close.