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Fall was quickly coming to a close, and, due to Lucien’s and Tommen’s school schedule, they were having trouble meeting up. Between two book reports and the yearly research paper, they had been very busy. However, today was different. Both of the book reports were due tomorrow, and Lucien had made sure that Tommen finished (and, obviously, started) in a timely fashion, and not the night before they were due. The reason for this, Tommen suspected, was so that they would have at least a few hours to spend together, outside of school, before their winter break. Not that he would complain. This explained why he was walking on wind tossed crunchy leaves and cold sidewalk to Lucien’s house, through a temperature he thought criminal.

Tommen hated the cold with a fiery passion, which he found ironic, because his hate always failed to keep him warm. He pushed that thought out of his mind, and strode purposefully onward, knowing that Lucien’s house was only a few blocks away. Tommen remembered hearing that there was snow in the forecast, the gray, heavy clouds a testament. Knowing this, he sped up quite a bit, wanting to be inside in the warmth if it did start snowing. He thought that would be quite romantic, and that he would have to play reluctant boyfriend and make out with Lucien.

When he made it to the door, he was greeted by Lucien, whose dress was far less gender-inappropriate than it was when they went on their date.

â€My, don’t you look formal today.†Lucien mewed, eyeing Tommen’s black blazer, gray T-shirt and tight black jeans.

â€It’s not cold enough for a sweater….†Tommen murmured, shivering slightly in contrast to his defense.

â€It’s barely cold enough for sleeves.†Lucien replied, stretching his arms out to the side and displaying himself, and his T-shirt and light pants, exaggeratedly.

â€Yeah, yeah. Longhaired cats love the cold. What else is new?†Tommen said, hunching his shoulders and rubbing his arms for warmth.

Lucien had nothing more to add to that, and so invited Tommen inside. He offered to take Tommen’s coat, but was briskly refused, before they headed, not to Lucien’s room, but to the kitchen. Tommen was quite interested to know why they were sitting primly talking about nothing, instead of lounging in Lucien’s half lit room awkwardly trying not to (or actively trying, depending which one of them you asked) make out.

Lucien was darting back and forth, offering Tommen a hot drink with regularity that Tommen found shockingly well-timed. After another refusal, Lucien stood still for a moment, and looked out the window over the sink.

â€Hey, it’s really nice outside. Wanna go for a walk around?†Lucien mewed gleefully.

â€Um,†Tommen intoned, wondering if Lucien paid attention to their conversation at the door, or if he was planning something. â€I… guess.â€

â€Yay.†Lucien squeaked, and eagerly made his way for the door, followed by a reluctant Tommen, whose fur was already standing puffed out, to ward off the cold.

Lucien’s neighborhood was bordered by a small, undeveloped area. The land was not terribly flat, and there were trees that had been standing for several hundred years hiding the sky mostly from view. Tommen could not complain, as the wind was obstructed by the trees. Through this, they walked around, having no particular path or purpose. Lucien was being suspiciously quiet, darting around through brush, keeping his eyes anywhere but on Tommen.

Tommen thought this was adorable. He contemplated grabbing Lucien by the waist, and maybe dragging him back to the house and â€" well, he thought he should keep that fantasy a bit less explicit so that Lucien did not see something embarrassing. Despite how adorable Tommen thought this all was, he cursed the cold with every cloud of breath he exhaled. He was not a longhaired animal, and he was certainly not dressed enough for this. Not to mention how much darker the skies had grown over the past little while. He got the feeling, from Lucien’s little flourished steps and slightly contained grin, that Lucien would be running and playing like a little child if Tommen were not here with him.

â€It’s impolite to stare….†Lucien said, blushing in his ears. â€What’cha thinking about?â€

Tommen started a bit, and also puzzled over Lucien saying ‘what’cha’. â€Er, nothing. I feel like I’ve been thinking way too much recently.†Tommen managed to choke out, feeling like he sounded overdramatic.

â€You can never think too much.†Lucien mewed happily, â€Just think how great the world would be if people never stopped thinking.â€

â€Lucien… everyone would be dead. You can’t reflect on every decision forever.†Tommen defended.

â€Well, then, it’d be a great â€" if mostly empty â€" world, populated by thinkers and rationalists and dreamers.â€

â€But what about me?†Tommen asked, hurt, knowing he was not a thinker, or a rationalist, or a dreamer.

â€You’d be there too.†Lucien almost commanded. â€You just said you’ve been thinking a lot?â€

â€I also kind of hinted that I was trying to stop thinking….†Tommen was wondering why he was defending his right to intellectually-spurred suicide.

â€How about this, then? In this world, we’ll have special places for people like you, thinkers who would otherwise die because of their thoughts, to go and not think. And, I â€" I dunno, then it would be good, right?â€

Tommen smiled inwardly, and â€" he hoped â€" not outwardly, and said. â€You mean a sports bar?†And once his chuckles died down, continued with, â€And what’s got you so vehemently defending my life, hm? Couldn’t picture a world without a certain raccoon?†Tommen sincerely hoped that Lucien could not, in fact, imagine life without him.

â€â€¦Well,†Lucien mewed shakily, â€It’d be a lot… different without you around… and stuff.†Tommen wanted to make Lucien feel better about saying that by wrapping his arms around Lucien and kiss him until the cute little kitty could no longer breathe, but decided instead to smile reassuringly.

â€Worse-different?†Tommen asked after a long, awkward pause.

â€â€¦Maybe-kinda-yeah.†Lucien squeaked, blushing again in his ears, and looked away. Tommen stifled a quiet laugh, and wondered how he could brighten the suddenly serious mood. Their walk had, apparently, come to its midpoint, because they had turned around and were starting their way back to Lucien’s home. Somewhere around this time, Tommen remembered he had forgotten to curse the cold, and then cursed himself for remembering again. When he started breathing shakily, Lucien scooted closer with each step, until they were touching. This helped tremendously, since Lucien was a longhaired cat-thing and whatnot.

Their moods had lifted, though the clouds had not, and Tommen felt himself blush when Lucien’s arm touched his. He even made a quiet little noise when Lucien took Tommen’s hand. Lucien giggled a bit, and tried to take Tommen’s mind off of it, by stating, â€It looks like it’s going to storm in a little while….â€

â€Hm? Yeah, the forecast said snow later this afternoon.†Tommen muttered, displeased.

â€Aw, what’s the matter? Don’t like snow?†Lucien whined, gripping Tommen’s hand like a child.

â€Snow means cold, which I hate.â€

â€I bet I could make you like the cold. â€" †Lucien crowed before he could think of those connotations.

â€Oh yeah?†Tommen asked, trying to save Lucien from further embarrassment, â€Like how?â€

â€Ah â€" I dunno â€" how about I suck your cock if the thermometer dips below negative ten?â€

Tommen thought about those odds for a moment, and realized that at some point before the end of the year, the thermometer would definitely drop to that temperature or below. He sighed, very much not wanting to be outside in negative temperatures, let alone exposed below the waist. But… Lucien was making it worth his while… those adorably pale lips wrapped around Tommen’s hard cock, the snow around them making Lucien’s pink tongue and green eyes the only parts of him visible (and maybe his erection, too â€" come to think of it, was it pale or pink?)….

When Tommen made an indecisive sound, Lucien burst into giggles. â€I wasn’t exactly being serious, you know?†‘But if you want me to do it anyway, you just have to ask…’ Lucien did not say.

â€Er, right â€" you saying that just reminded me of something.†Tommen defended, blushing hot in his ears.

â€A nice fantasy you had about a pretty white cat sucking your cock?â€

â€No.†Yes. â€I was thinking about the weather….†Tommen lied, very poorly.

Lucien smirked knowingly, and mewed, â€Okay, but, you know, if you did have any fantasies…†he managed, leaving the request to be pinned down and fucked open. He moved closer to Tommen, and tried to wrap his whole arm against Tommen’s, which did not work very well. He was blushing now, not really for embarrassment’s sake, but because he was nervous and hoping that Tommen would turn Lucien’s back to one of the many trees, and kiss him and kiss him and kiss him.

Tommen wanted to kiss Lucien until their lips fell off, but he wanted more to get home and into Lucien’s bedroom, so they could kiss until their lips fell off in the relative comfort of Lucien’s climate controlled house. They made it out of the wooded area outside of Lucien’s neighborhood, and Tommen breathed a silent sigh of relief. They were going to be out of the cold in a few short minutes, and in privacy, and together in privacy and â€" now that he thought about it, Tommen was a bit afraid.

â€Race you home?†Lucien mewed cutely.

â€What?†Tommen asked, confused until Lucien let go of his hand, and sprinted off ahead. His hand was cold, now, and he was a bit upset by that. So, lacking the judgment to fear windchill, he chased after Lucien, eyes glued to that swishing, fluffy tail and gorgeous butt running away from him. He had never thought someone so frail-looking could run so quickly, but apparently Lucien was the exception to his theory, or something, because he had made it to his own front yard by the time Tommen had even found the driveway.

Panting, he opened the door for Lucien, who was calmly waiting, hands clasped together and looking a lot more like a girl than he did while running away. He was trying to stifle his breathing, because Lucien’s mother was in the kitchen watching the news, and he did not want her to think they had been doing something untoward while they were out in the woods. They were not savages, he could wait until they made it to Lucien’s room. Lucien handed Tommen the key to his room, and patted him on the back softly, ushering him in.

â€I’m going to go make a hot drink. Would you like something? I’ve got coffee, tea, and some yummy cocoa, if you’d like?â€

Tommen wondered if this was a trap, but decided he would let an argument ensue with something warm in his hands (warmer than Lucien was, even). â€I â€" yeah, cocoa sounds nice, I guess.†He said bashfully, walking into Lucien’s room, kicking off his shoes, and scrambling under Lucien’s blankets.

â€Okay, I’ll be back in a few minutes.†Lucien cooed. â€Open up for me?†He confirmed before leaving, though.

â€I’ll consider it.†Tommen replied from somewhere in a pile of Lucien-scented bedding. He was very, very content right now, and still cold. Despite this, he threw off his jacket, so he could have an excuse for pulling Lucien into bed and cuddling him and then making out and possibly other things.

â€Open the door.†Lucien meowed from outside, and Tommen wondered if he had missed something a few times, or why Lucien sounded upset. Tommen quickly hopped up and got the door, in hopes of not catching ire from Lucien. â€My mother talks so much.†He squeaked pathetically, putting down two cups.

Tommen did not know how he was supposed to respond to that, so did the only thing that really came to mind: he wrapped his arms around Lucien and squeezed him tight. The surprised yelp was adorable, as was the hot blush in Lucien’s ears. The yelp turned almost immediately into a quiet coo, and soon into purring, though Lucien’s blush did not fade. It took almost a full minute in this embrace for Tommen to whisper into Lucien’s right ear, â€I’m sorry.â€

There was a slightly audible reply from Lucien that may or may not have actually been comprised of words. When Tommen did not answer, Lucien repeated himself, much more loudly, â€I’m really cold, let’s get under the covers….â€

Tommen stifled a fearful and eager gasp, and dragged Lucien the few feet to the bed. They both made quiet little sounds, both equally unsure. The two mugs on the side table were obviously not going to have much attention paid to them right now, illustrated by the warm embrace that soon had them both tangled up in each other’s arms.

â€This is much nicer…†Lucien mewed sexily. He lost his courage, though, when Tommen did not respond. â€Tommen?†he squeaked bashfully.

Tommen’s eventual reply was a quick peck on the lips. A quick peck, followed soon after another. And another.

â€Mmm, Tommen…†Lucien panted after the tenth peck. He felt stupid for saying anything, after the words fell out of his mouth, and looked away like he had done a bad thing. Tommen obviously did not mind this very much, because as soon as Lucien looked away, Tommen gently took Lucien’s face in his hands, and turned him back to look at him. When their eyes met again, Tommen kissed Lucien once more, not drawing away like Lucien expected.

They both cooed against the other’s lips, and Tommen soon had Lucien pinned by the shoulders. Lucien moaned as Tommen’s tongue touched his teeth, and he closed his eyes at Tommen’s insistence. After a second of thought, which felt like eternity, Lucien’s mouth opened slightly, and Tommen’s tongue entered like it belonged there. They both decided after a moment’s pleasure-filled trial, that it did, in fact, belong there.

Some time later, which Lucien really could not guess, or of which he could understand the concept, Tommen’s lips’ contact was lost. There was a quiet noise of discontent on Lucien’s part, and loud, excited panting on Tommen’s. Tommen vaguely wondered how Lucien could not be out of breath after that, but let it go in favor of oxygen, so he could get back to this orgasmically perfect evening.

Lucien was starting to feel a little bit more sentient, but still wondered why there were no longer lips pressed against his. As soon as he was about to voice this displeasure, Tommen sealed Lucien’s lips again, this time far less delicately. Seconds that felt like minutes later, or vice versa, Tommen again broke their kiss. Lucien groaned, upset, until Tommen pressed a hot, tongue-filled kiss on the hollow of Lucien’s throat.

He mewled, a long, high pitched plea for more of that stimulation, which he received with gusto. The soft, hot lips and tongue were making Lucien’s head spin, and he wondered how much longer he could take this before he would have to excuse himself to go change his panties. The sharp teeth pressing into his throat made Lucien think he had, at best, five minutes before he did something embarrassing in his pants.

Tommen’s muzzle was pressed firmly against Lucien’s neck, and his nose was pressed against the same hot flesh and thick fur. Lucien’s scent was dizzying, and he found himself grinding erratically against Lucien’s lower thigh, while Lucien did the same to Tommen’s abdomen. He was almost sure that this would have to stop, or he would be walking home in a snowstorm with wet, soon-to-be frozen underwear. He really did not care that much about that issue, and instead nosed his way under the neck of Lucien’s shirt, and started to kiss Lucien’s collarbone, making it almost to the sternum before Lucien squeaked quietly and pulled Tommen gently back.

His questioning gaze made Lucien feel bad, illustrated by the way Lucien avoided Tommen’s gaze. â€Slow down a bit….†Lucien chastised, â€and… and… kiss me some more.†Tommen just blushed shyly, and scooted up Lucien’s body a few inches. They kissed again, more slowly, lips sliding against lips, before Lucien desperately stuffed his tongue into Tommen’s mouth, rolling it against his and over Tommen’s palette and drawing back and licking Tommen’s lips playfully. Tommen smirked, as much as possible while heavily making out, when Lucien reached up and grabbed the back of Tommen’s head. Lucien was being naughty, and must therefore be stopped.

Lucien whined quietly when the hand keeping Tommen’s kisses just as furious as his own was removed from Tommen’s hair. The whine turned into a hot moan as Tommen kept that hand pinned against the wall, while grabbing the other one from his back and pinning it, also. Still kissing, Lucien writhed sportively, and arched his hips, making quite obvious his enjoyment. After a few moments, Tommen transferred both of Lucien’s hands into one of his own, holding him by the wrists, and brought his now unoccupied hand down to explore the not-so-curvy curves of Lucien’s body.

When Tommen’s hand traced down Lucien’s chest, down to the hem of his shirt, and slowly back upward, Lucien was immensely happy, for once, that he was not dressed like a girl today. He did not want to explain extraneous clothing during make outs that were leaving him potentially brain dead forever. Lucien, for the record, did not have breasts. This did not stop Tommen from gripping Lucien’s chest firmly, and grinding his palm against Lucien’s left nipple. Lucien’s lack of breasts also did not stop Lucien himself from loving this sensation. Nor did it stop him from moaning a lot more loudly than he previously had been, or stop him from writhing and arching his back against Tommen’s hand.

Tommen realized, about the time Lucien’s back arched to meet him, that Lucien had really sensitive nipples. Or, maybe no more sensitive than anyone else’s, but he certainly appreciated the feeling more, or something, because he was going crazy for it. Tommen was going crazy for the feeling of Lucien’s heart beating and his fur, and the warmth radiating from his chest, and â€" oh. The first twitch between his legs made him think he needed to back off a bit, as did the second and third. Tommen broke the kiss, gasping and panting hard, and gritting his teeth against the hot feeling trying to splatter against his underwear.

Tommen was glad that he did not actually have an orgasm in his pants, but only for the sake of his long walk home. Now, if he could figure out how to casually strip Lucien, and have an orgasm in/on/all over Lucien, that would be just fantastic. He sighed, relaxing, and pressed his lips to Lucien’s again. He released Lucien’s hands, which immediately threw themselves around Tommen’s neck and waist, and they both moaned lazily. Tommen’s arm raised up a bit, taking up Lucien’s shirt, especially easily, because of Lucien’s arched back.

Lucien’s nervous mewl did not make Tommen stop kissing, though his arm fell back flat, and resumed lazily tracing around Lucien’s chest. Lucien’s whimper did not stop the kissing, but a loud, persistent knocking on the door did. Tommen’s lips were off Lucien’s and his hand was out of Lucien’s shirt and smoothing things down before Lucien had to get up. Well, if Lucien decided to get up.

â€Lucien!†His mother said for the fifth time, obviously beginning to suspect something.

Lucien just mewled pitifully, and Tommen sat Lucien up slowly, watching the blush fade from his ears, and the glassy-eyed gaze try to focus a bit on something. Tommen did the only thing he thought appropriate in this situation: he hugged Lucien lightly, and tried to push him up to his feet. Lucien mewled again, and Tommen pushed harder. The half-war ended with another loud knock, and Lucien hopped quickly to his feet.

He stumbled forward, and leaned against the doorframe, keeping his mother’s gaze outside of Lucien’s room. Tommen stared intently at Lucien’s cute butt, though he was a bit upset that his gorgeous tail was obscuring his view â€" er, that his gorgeous tail was down, meaning he was sad, came as an afterthought.

Tommen decided not to eavesdrop on a conversation he could not hear, and instead grabbed for his mug of cocoa. He found it on his third try, and, sitting up, pulled it against himself. It was practically iced. And there was a thick skin over the top of it. He checked Lucien’s coffee. No skin, but just as cold. He decided he was not that thirsty. He went back to watching Lucien, and decided that he was not enjoying talking to his mother. When he saw Lucien’s ears drop, Tommen thought about standing up and doing something stupid, like oozing up beside him and pulling him away from the door, but thought much, much, much better of it when Lucien nodded, turned around, and kicked the door shut.

â€Mmm,†Lucien cooed gleefully as he wrapped himself up in a hug.

â€Something’s wrong, isn’t it?†Tommen asked, doing the same.

â€Er, I am either in trouble, or well-loved, because I’m supposed to go downstairs for a while.â€

â€Can’t you just… not?†Tommen asked.

Lucien giggled like Tommen was being incredibly stupid and inappropriate, but said, â€No. She gets kind of irrational when she drinks.â€

â€It’s way too early to be drunk, Lucien.†Tommen said, like it was some kind of abuse.

â€â€¦No… it’s not?†Lucien threw a thumb out to point at his clock, which showed it to be very much later than Tommen thought. He was going to be in trouble when he got home… probably tomorrow.

â€Sorry, I… thought it was much earlier…. I should â€" should go home….†He said blushing.

â€Why?â€

â€Said I’d be back three hours ago.†Tommen grunted.

â€Oh. â€" Well, call your family and tell them you’re not coming home because the snow’s not stopping.†Lucien instructed. â€I’ve got to go downstairs and see what’s up that prompted my mother’s socialization. Um… I dunno how long this is going to take. You can go to sleep or something if you don’t want to wait up. I l â€" er â€" I’m sorry. I didn’t plan on this.â€

â€Okay. I hope things go well….†Tommen murmured, and pecked Lucien on the lips bashfully.

Lucien giggled quietly and petted Tommen on the head. He stood up and left the room. Tommen sighed and crawled back under the covers, hoping it did not take long for this all to end, so they could continue to make out or cuddle, or… whatever. He sighed again, and pressed his face against Lucien’s pillow, feeling really pathetic for missing him already. He gripped it to his chest, inhaled Lucien’s scent, and closed his eyes to think about things â€" specifically Lucien’s wonderful kiss. Tommen sighed quietly before he fell asleep.

Lucien squeaked loudly as he tripped over one of Tommen’s shoes â€Go back to sleep….â€. He whispered, lips brushing Tommen’s ear, â€It’s just me.â€

Tommen did not take Lucien’s advice, and instead rolled over from his former fetal position. He stared at Lucien. Lucien was not wearing clothes. Or boy’s underwear. Tommen chewed his lip and tried to look away, or look at Lucien’s face, at least, but his eyes were glued to Lucien’s trim stomach and chest, and thin hips, clad in a lavender piece of nothing that looked a lot like a thong.

Lucien chewed his lip, blushing and looking away and cursing himself for needing light to see. If he had not turned on the lamp, Tommen would not have an eye full of Lucien’s underwear, or his legs or chest or torso. He covered his chest with one hand, and spread his fingers to cover between his thighs, hoping that Tommen would get the point. He did not.

â€Stop â€" stop staring at me, you lecher.†Lucien whispered, ashamed of himself.

â€Lucien…†Tommen said, hurt, â€I’m sorry. I â€" er â€" You look really cute. Can’t help it.†There was a long pause after that, until Tommen finally added, â€Why… are you not wearing clothes?â€

â€I’m really overheated, and you seem like you’re not going to give up the blankets. Sorry… my head’s all messed up because of my mother.†Lucien paused, and Tommen gave a questioning look. â€She just pesters me a lot. ‘What were you doing in the woods for so long?’ ‘What were you doing in the woods for so long with that boy?’ ‘Did that boy ever go home?’ ‘Why are you nosing around him so much, hm?’ ‘You really are queer, aren’t you?’â€

â€Sorry.†Tommen tried to fit in, somewhere in there.

â€â€˜S okay, she’s usually a bit more tactful than that….†Lucien mewed. â€Um, it’s kind of cold standing under the fan… do you want me to put on some pajamas?â€

No, no, no, no! Tommen’s mind told him to say. Stand up and grab his waist and kiss him and stuff your hand in his panties, and â€" Tommen cut himself off before he started to salivate. â€Well,†he tried quietly, â€wouldn’t you get overheated again during the night, or something? If not, you can put something on.†Tommen said, and then realized just how much of a lecher he sounded right now. â€Er! I â€" I mean â€" I don’t want you to kick off the blankets in the middle of the night or â€" or… something. I’m not trying to be pervy, it’s just hard to sound innocent in this situation.â€

â€Shut up and move over.†Lucien mewed good-naturedly. Tommen wondered why he had to move, and why Lucien could not just crawl over him before he realized that, maybe Lucien was not trying to start something tonight, and that this was all just a lapse in judgment, and that Lucien crawling â€" literally â€" all over Tommen to get comfortable, and probably showing off a really amazing view of his butt and other various naughty parts would just incite a reaction.

Tommen did not vocalize any of this internal monologue, and simply scooted over, suddenly on the cold side of the bed, and extremely displeased. The lamp was suddenly unplugged, and Tommen no longer had the opportunity to be displeased with the cold, when he felt a warm, thin, almost naked body pressed tight against him. Pressed against him face-to-face, which was different than the first time they slept together in Lucien’s bed. Though there were a lot of things that Tommen could mention that were different than the last time they slept in this bed.

â€Lucien?†Tommen whispered into Lucien’s very proximal ear, which flick-flick-flicked at the warm breath.

â€Hm?†Lucien squeaked, forehead resting against Tommen’s chest, torso entwined in his arms.

â€Did I say cute?†Tommen said at a more normal volume, and paused for effect. â€Because what I meant to say, was gorgeous.â€

â€You don’t mean that…†Lucien protested softly.

â€Yeah, I… kind of do.†He replied, and then blushed so hot he could swear Lucien could feel it. â€Um, your bed got warmer since the last time we slept like this….â€

â€If you take off your clothes, I expect you to be on your best behavior.†Lucien demanded.

â€Oh, fine.†Tommen muttered, and then realized he had just agreed to take off his clothes. For Lucien. Who was also not wearing clothes. Realizing that Lucien would probably laugh at him if he remained clothed, Tommen removed his arms from around Lucien’s waist, and unbuttoned his pants. He wriggled his jeans off, while he slid his shirt over his shoulders. He was really glad that they were in the dark, because Tommen was pretty sure Lucien was staring at some part of him.

When he had finally managed to get out of his clothes, and get those clothes on the floor, Tommen wrapped his arms back around Lucien, who squeaked out a happy noise, and nuzzled Tommen’s chest. God, it was hotter with their naked fur touching than it was wearing the clothes, Tommen thought. Though, adjusting his arms and torso against Lucien, he found this infinitely more enjoyable, and if he did not happen to be so tired, he would have loved to grab Lucien by the waist and do a lot more than just make out with him.

â€Night, Tommen.†Lucien breathed gleefully.

â€Night, Lucien.†Tommen breathed back, sounding the same.

They were both trying to figure out how to blurt out â€I love you more than anything ever ever ever!â€, when Tommen sighed, yawned, and rolled over with Lucien in his grip. Lucien was about to jokingly and very flirtatiously protest this turn of events, what with Tommen being almost completely on top of him, in the most compromising way possible, with both of them wearing only underwear. He mewed and writhed against the warm â€" maybe not quite so pleasantly â€" heavy body thinking he would definitely get a good night’s sleep. When Tommen started breathing slowly and rhythmically, Lucien giggled. It did not take long before he fell asleep in Tommen’s arms.