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Battat knew this would have to happen eventually.
Many things did — such as the end of his Mike pursuit, or his trek to convincing Jongler (Of all the things they could’ve taken from the Mike gig…) that wearing their cowboy hat in all year round was unnecessary expense — it was just a natural, de-facto part of his life.
And when he was eventually busted partway into changing into his Mike suit by Tenna a month ago, well, that was just how the die rolled.
However, what wasn’t supposed to happen was how close they got after the fact!
See, in his dreams where this exact scenario would play out, Tenna would either do two actions.
The most unlikely would be accepting Battat in the midst of his hurried, panicked, and tear-stricken explanation. He’d pour his heart out to his Boss, and then he’d be received in kind, and they’d go out, and he’d call him by his name, and then they’d be married (however that’d come to work in a small, shoddy Dark World such as Castle Town.)
Courtesy of it being unlikely, it was typically the outcome dreamt the least. The more realistic of the two would play out almost every night, even back in the throes of TV World.
Yet, the sequence of events reigned much, much shorter.
Tenna would find him.
Tenna would hate him.
And Tenna… would leave.
It was simple, concise, and downright freakin’ terrifying. Depending on the harsh, broken words said, Battat would constantly swivel up from the lounge chair he’d made a bed over the months with tears clinging to the corners of his eyes, fresh to fall.
It made for good emotional training, at the least. So when it happened, and Tenna stood frozen in the doorway, and the rapid fire, helpless excuses kept barreling down his tongue —
"You’re… my darling Motormouth…?"
The Ex-Dark World boss did more than just accept him. In just those few seconds, crossed between the barrier of grandeur and reality — months of hope, and fear, and less-than-average dreams cascading down the line — Tenna came to acceptance in under a minute.
Sure, it was glooby acceptance. But it gradually evolved, more and more, until eventually…
They were dating.
Which brings the frightened, paralyzed die back to the beginning, for you see, the "it" that could only happen in this lifetime — the expected, yet unsaid, unquestioned, yet terribly present "it" was —
"P-p-plugging… in you?"
"Mm? OH! Yes, yes! Isn’t that what we’re doing?" Tenna exclaims, pressing his paws together with an innocent, cheery disposition far too bright for the subject at hand. "You promised at the start!"
WHAT promise?! What goddamn start?!
For all Battat knew, the only conscious decision he ever made was confessing his love for Tenna! Which in itself was monumental, because he nearly passed out 8 times during the process.
And, he supposed, the dates they went on throughout the week, including the one he had thought was coming to a close!
Yet, the CRT doesn’t seem to be kidding him at all, even moving to sit demurely upon the striped, multi-color bed that Castle Town prince magicked in for him a while back. His large, beige sweater slides down his shoulder as a result, revealing glistening, bitable skin.
Battat forces his eyes away, but his mind was already starting to spin!
After all, this was the same bed he’d cry to 'Mike' on, and laugh with him on, and now he wanted the Pippins to… plug into him on it…
"Back when I was worried my little dice boy wouldn’t accept me," Tenna sighs wistfully meanwhile, completely oblivious to the inner turmoil raging inside the wayward Pippins.
"You said it didn’t matter! That you would take in all of me, no matter what… even the urges I’ll sometimes get…" He goes on, beginning to blush slightly the more in depth he gets. As though the request he had chosen to end the day with wasn’t anything short of ludicrous to begin with.
"L-like… wanting to be… y-ya know!"
Tenna begins to wave his hands, the weight of his words quickly catching up to him. His antennas even begin to curl around one other in the midst of his blushy stupor, his struggle for censor-friendly plug-in adjacent terms quickly coming to a desperate, squeaky head.
"EMBRACED! The hokey pokey! That sort of thing! You remember, Batty, don’t you?!"
And, well, the first part sure sounded like something he’d say. And even though he doesn’t properly remember the rest, seeing his cute partner’s rising fluster prompted an urge to soothe him, despite Battat’s own embarrassment.
Besides, it wasn’t like he didn’t want this…
If anything, he’d been wanting it too much. He just… wasn’t sure if it was a privilege he deserved to have.
Battat swallows.
Then he laughs, bold and bright and way too forced to even be conceived of being natural, making to scratch the 'six' that resided emblazoned on the back of his head.
"U-uh, yeah! Right! Sheesh, how could I have forgotten?!"
Tenna eases up immediately at the sight, eliciting a loving swell of the dice’s heart.
"Oh, thank goodness…"
A dated pause then settles between the two. Hands shift, legs rock and shuffle.
In Tenna’s case, his antennae immediately fall to an impromptu play thing, one of his fingers swirling around the bulb in silent, flushed contemplation.
"Y-you… don’t have to do this, if you don’t want to…" The CRT starts quietly, and in a flash quicker than Battat can even process, he’s directly by his side, a gravely serious expression etched onto his face.
"I want this," he says, all traces of apprehension gone with the wind in favor of sliding a hand over Tenna’s thigh. He squeezes it kindly, pretending not to notice the way he shivers at the contact. "I really, really do."
Tenna’s gaze flicks down to where Battat’s touch lingers. He then focuses on his face, progressively reddening the longer he’s met with unwavering, sinfully easy-to-conceal arousal.
Tenna sighs.
"Oh, you… alrighty then."
Then, when an adorably crimson grimace dares to grace his screen, he hurriedly tacks on a disclaimer. "B-but if you do, stop anytime! I won’t complain!!"
Battat eases up to allow for a laugh, sliding his hand up to brush against Tenna’s own. He squeaks, then moves to take it, his pained expression melting into a bashful smile.
And it’s through receiving that soft quirk of the lips that the Pippins wonders why he was ever scared at all.
"I hear ‘ya, Tenna."
No sooner after that declaration was Battat forced to realize that he was in way over his head.
It started out fine, at least. Despite their worries, their fears, and the promised vulnerability to come — within seconds were their mouths hungrily taking the other in, his tongue breaking past the soft, sweet-tasting barrier of Tenna’s lips.
He moaned — (moaned!) all throughout the contact, allowing for Battat’s small, feeble tongue to explore every nook of his large, pretty mouth. He was given immediate surrender, save for Tenna’s antsy paw sometimes gripping him rough whenever he’d lap somewhere sensitive.
Battat even gained the confidence to push, leaning in and silently forcing his keening lover down as a result, the bed creaking beneath the steadily added weight. They were warm. Heated. And just upon the verge of boiling over with each parting for air they had to do, the Pippins’ free hand coming to loosen his tie as though second nature.
"M-mmh… Batty…" Tenna moaned meanwhile, shifting when Battat’s knee presses against his crotch, already so wet through the erotic tights that hugged at his waist. The Pippins shudders, breath running ragged. He’d never heard his Boss call his name like that before, so heavy with want.
"W-we’re only kissing, but I’m… already so…"
"I know," Battat had gasped against him, moving to nip at Tenna’s plump bottom lip and eliciting a delectable cry. "I’ll take care of you, don’t worry. ‘ll do everything…"
And, looking back, that was probably his biggest mistake.
Yielding so quickly to that scarlet-colored, needy screen of his boyfriend’s, the way his chest heaved. The drool that painted a thin line down his open lips, slipping down past his casing.
He should’ve been patient. Maybe that would’ve stopped his hands from moving so quickly — so eagerly, curled into the hem of Tenna’s tights and dragging them south.
Maybe then he would’ve been slightly more prepared for the bareness that sat there, being met face to face with Tenna’s leaking, eager cunt, and a single strip of slick connecting it to the fabric.
Battat’s throat goes dry.
"T-Tenna…?!" The dice stammers, fingers twitching where they lie. "W-where’s your…?"
He actively feels the CRT stiffen beneath him, as though he’d completely forgotten about the arrangement.
But then, Tenna starts smiling, and even laughs as more and more color overtakes the Pippins’ frozen, shellshocked state.
"I remembered!" He explains, tail wiggling beneath their bodies. "I wanted Batty to… do me from the start. So I didn’t put any underwear on today! ♪"
"E-Even though we’d be publicly in Castle Town?!"
Tenna simulates a blink, tilting his head to the side in pup-like confusion. How DARE he act cute during a conversation like this?!
"Why… of course, Battat, dear." He murmurs, as though it were the most natural conclusion.
"I was giving you ❤︎ easy access ❤︎! Unless… underwear would’ve encouraged you more?"
Battat can’t breathe.
'He would’ve… in public? He would’ve allowed-?' His mind stammers, racing a mile a minute yet unable to settle on a singular conclusion.
The proof is there, though. So sweetly gauging him in such earnest confusion, his tail still swishing. His pulsing heat just beyond the Pippins’s fingertips, awaiting his touch, his love — for possibly the day’s entirety.
"…No." Battat answers his partner slowly, finally allowing himself to drop Tenna’s tights past his knees. He then sweeps his arms around and pushes those slender, pliant legs upward with a single hand, eliciting a gasp. "Just Tenna is enough."
"B-Batty…!" Tenna stammers, his antennae beginning to curl around one another in the throes of fluster. It’s very clear he’s struggling against a flower taking residence upon the tip of his reddened nose, his paws rushing to cover it.
"My sweet little Pippins…" he muses happily, voice muffled yet brimming with joy. Battat fights against collapsing from the heat that assaults his face at such a silken call — damn near falling when Tenna’s tail slithers up to tug at one of his puffy cunt lips, exposing the drooling slit fully to the dice.
He doesn’t need to say anything else.
Like always, Battat knows what he needs, and he knows exactly how to give it to him. And he will, he thinks, squinting through the haze of his blush as he crosses the distance.
It’s what he does best, after all.
He knows that one look from the submissive CRT will sap all his confidence in an instant, so Batatt keeps his eyes lidded as he drags his tongue along his slit.
Sweetness spreads throughout his mouth as he continues this pattern, lapping in slow, tantalizing lines up to Tenna’s clit, sometimes daring to edge past his round folds and prying out mewls from above. It’s heavenly, every bit of it, and with writhe he elicits from his needy partner, a sickly burst of pride ensues.
Nevermind the fact that he wasn’t Tenna’s first — (Who could’ve taken it anyway? Taught him these things?! …Mike?!) — he’d simply have to etch this night so deep in his beloved’s memory that it wouldn’t matter either way.
The desire lights a flame, however petty and delusional and decidedly childish it might burn, Battat huffing as he sucks Tenna’s pussy into his lips, tugging back the flesh.
"N-nhoo! B-Batty- ahhn, s-so roughh…!!" Tenna wails, wriggling in place as the Pippins assaults his twat with fervor, his little mouth even disappearing past the round, fat slip of flesh to begin moving his tongue along his walls. "Ohhh!! ♡"
'So sensitive…' Battat’s mind notes lovingly. He was being very clumsy, even for his standards. And with this being his first time, every decision was being made on a whim, and yet Tenna was still moaning his name so lewdly…
Invigorated, the Pippins continues his assault, extending his tongue as far as it could extend within Tenna’s wet, sticky confines. He curls it along every spot it can reach, every bump that’d have the CRT’s toes curling, reveling each time in the calls for his name.
"S-soo goood…" Tenna whines, his breaths ragged with ecstasy. He wiggles beneath his touch, every inch of skin wracked with tremors. "More Batty… more…!"
So damn cute.
It prompts Battat not even a second after pulling back for air to dip right back in, eager to fulfill his Tenna’s request.
"A-anythin’… for you…" He pants, his lips descending to hungrily encircle the rubber bulb of Tenna’s clit, rolling it around with the flat of his tongue. This was sure to satisfy him, right? If he was this delicate with everything else —
"Auuhnnn!! ♡♡♡" The CRT squeals, and before Battat knows it, he’s being pushed ever further into his dripping cunt. His eyes blow open, his senses suddenly filled with nothing but Tenna, Tenna, Tenna.
"R-right there, ‘dun shtop! I-I’m so close, please," His beloved rambles needily, tripping over himself as he presses the Pippins ever further against his squishy confines. His slick smears itself along his jaw as a result, dripping down the curve.
"Keep going…!"
Battat doesn’t waste a single second obeying, rounding Tenna’s clit and suckling as though he’d never get the chance again — melting in the honeyed cries he receives, the muddled sobs for moremoremore, never enough, yet all Tenna could take.
Below, he finds that his cock has long since strained taut against his boxers, clumsily using his free hand to fish it free in favor of messy, wet strokes. The added pleasure, coupled with Tenna’s sobs steadily rising in pitch, is enough to have his vision swimming.
"Battyyy!! H-hah, I-I’m gonna… I can’t—!" Tenna stutters, one final scream tearing itself hoarse from his sweet, drooling lips as orgasm flies out from between his puffy lips in disjointed spurts, his body twitching with each rush of slick.
His hold on the Pippins’ head falls slack as a result, allowing for Battat to greedily catch what he can as he pumps his cock. It isn’t long before he reaches his own climax, the sensation of Tenna’s bliss sliding down the back of his throat becoming too much to bear.
Battat reels back as climax takes him — gasping open-mouthed as ropes of seed shoot out from betwixt his fingers, painting the CRT’s groin in thick smears of white. His pace slows as a result, eventually devolving into nothing but a need to catch up with the tremors assaulting his little body — warmth in particular spreading throughout his gut.
"M-Mr. Tenna." He whispers after some time, meek yet concerned. "Are you alright…?"
"…Tenna," Tenna’s voice sounds in return, sweetly scolding. This was a habit of Battat’s after all, try as he may to squash it.
"And, hah… of course I am, dear. Just… a bit heated…"
"S-should I—"
"No, no." Tenna hums, his hand once again returning to run along the curves and edges of the Pippins’s head. He leans into it, his face heating at the delicate touch.
"I’ll be alright. Besides, with the little gift you left me, no water could ever compare!"
Huh?
What did he… wait.
Wait!
Battat straightens instantly, red-hot flush falling down his shoulders as he takes in the utter mess he left the CRT. The remnants of his orgasm stained almost everywhere down below — from the insides of his round thighs, to scattered all about his cunt — some droplets even clung to his lower stomach!
"B-Boss- Tenna- I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean-!" Battat panics, releasing Tenna to throw his hands up in utter humiliation. He then remembers that one such hands is also covered in jizz, curling them against his chest in a secondary fit. "Ahh, don’t look at that!!"
"…Battat."
The Pippins freezes in his floundering, worriedly cracking an eye open.
He’s met with Tenna, a soft smile tugging the corners of his lips. The petting then resumes, his paw sliding down to rub kindly at Battat’s chin. Despite the burning shame, he finds himself melting into the touch.
"You’re fine, honey. Didn’t I just tell you it’s a gift?"
"B-but…"
"Besides!" The CRT goes on, tugging his tights completely off and gleefully tossing them across the room. A distant kaboom of what vaguely resembled an explosion follows the clothing, and Battat finds himself nonplussed to check its state.
"You’ll be doing the same thing inside of me, won’t you? So what’s a little ✧˖° preview ✧˖°?"
"Yeah…" Batatt smiles, lifting his head to face Tenna head on. "I guess you have a point—"
The Pippins freezes again in realization.
"W-we… aren’t usin’ protection?"
Tenna gives him a look. A horrifyingly, innocent look, coupled with the most angelic smile Battat has ever had the pleasure of witnessing. Made even worse by the earnest that drips from his tongue at the following words, his tail curling at its end.
"What’s ‘protection’? You Pippins and your silly Card Castle terms!" The CRT laughs, moving to turn himself around. His paw moves with him, leaving the perch of his chin in favor of trapping his smeared cunt between two clawed fingers. He spreads it invitingly, a sliver of fang catching on the dim lights in the room as Tenna turns to give him a beaming smile.
"Now, come along, dear… I don’t think I can wait any longer!"
Battat knows he should’ve fought him on it more.
But between the humiliation of having to scour Castle Town for condoms, and the promise of Tenna’s cunt stuffed with his cock… well. It was a no-brainer decision.
So despite the goody two shoes voice in the back of his mind, oddly Jongler-sounding as it drills him for taking advantage of his partner’s near comically wide gap in innocence, he traces Tenna’s slick entryway with an only ounce of white-hot shame licking at his insides.
"A-are you ready?" Battat asks, despite how heavily wracked with shivers his voice was, as though on the edge of crumbling. "I’m… gonna put it in."
"Always, for you, Batty." Tenna cheerily responds, and Battat actively throbs in his palm, his chest squeezing itself taut. How could he so easily say these embarrassing things?
Nevertheless, the warmth that blooms from such an admission is undeniable, and it becomes sinfully easy to bully his cock into Tenna’s cunt. The inside is surprisingly tight, despite Battat’s previous attempt at loosening it, a surprised groan leaving his lips as he very slowly takes to bottoming out.
"H-hhnn… I-I’m sorry," Tenna mumbles, shrinking into himself from evident embarrassment.
"It’s… been a rather long time since I’ve done something this…"
"N-no, don’t worry!" Battat quickly assures him. A self-deprecative voice rings in his head, sounding starkly like himself as it reminisces that this was his first time ever doing 'something like this,' so he had no ground to stand on, anyway.
It takes a moment longer, but before long the Pippins can consider himself successfully 'plugged in,' Tenna’s walls contracting around him and massaging every inch of his thick flesh buried within.
"There… how’re you feeling?" Battat asks gently, running his hands along the curve of his boyfriend’s waist. Tenna giggles in response, teasingly swaying it in his grasp and stimulating the Pippins from the inside.
"Just peachy, dear! ♡" He announces in the midst of the breathy cries he pulls from Battat’s lips, slumping forward to sink his paws into his pillow. Softer, then, he adds, "Make me yours…"
It’s the signal that Battat’s dreamt of what feels like all his life.
Always in that tone, needy, as Tenna tended to be, yet full of love all the same. And it was for him.
He wasn’t asking for Mike, or any other mysterious stranger, to take care of him. He wanted Battat’s touch, to be bred and claimed under his hand.
With a shaky breath, and too much eagerness brimming beneath his set palms, he silently declares that nothing would make him happier, pulling back only to slam right back into the inviting, greedy warmth.
Tenna cries out at the sensation, no doubt unused to being filled so quickly. The Pippins doesn’t allow him the chance to bask as he sets a rough, clumsy pace, the loud smacking of their hips steadily beginning to bounce around the bedroom.
"Y-you feel amazing…" Battat praises as again, and again, he watches his own cock disappear within the slick expanse of the CRT’s pussy, a tidal wave of slick spilling back out with each plunge he takes. "So wet, so perfect-!"
"T-that’s embarrassing, Batty…" Tenna whimpers back, but the tendrils of steam that pour from his vents tell Battat that the words are more appreciated than he’s letting on.
"You… unnh! Y-you too, though-! Ahhn, I-I feel so good when you— Mmnh!"
The Pippins can’t help the pride that wells inside of his chest as a result, seeing that he had his Tenna so speechless from pleasure. That with each clumsy stroke along his walls came a spot of contact that’d elicit sparks flying off the tips of his antennas — his voice box warbling with each lustful cry he forces from his well-bitten lips.
Battat wants more, the singular, possessive thought hooking into his chest and robbing him of senseless. His claws dig crescent moons into where they sit upon Tenna’s round waist, solidifying purchase as he allows the thought to carry his pace, his hips beginning to blur against Tenna’s own.
"Nghoo—?! B-Batty, oh! W-why’re you-?! Ohnn!!" Tenna mewls in surprise, throwing his head back in one final cry as his body is rocked along every instance of Battat’s cock plowing his insides. He batters into his cervix, stretching the poor, heated thing to his very limit.
His tongue unfurls, and if Battat squints through the haze he can just barely make out his claws sunk deep into his pillow, desperate for some semblance of control, and, well. That wouldn’t do now, would it? Not before he’s allowed honesty.
"Because you like it rough, don’t you, Mr. Tenna?" The die purrs at the same time his cock nearly slips into Tenna’s belly, his projection forcing itself to bite hard into his trembling lower lip to keep down what undoubtedly what’ve been a scream.
"That’s why you’re squeezin’ me so much, isn’t it? Why your pussy’s been so wet before I even put it in? You want me to destroy you." He goes on, delighting quietly in the adorable embarrassment this scrawls onto Tenna’s face, no doubt struggling for a counter.
"I-I-! N-no, Batty, I wanted…!" Tenna tries, choking on a sob when Battat pauses to grind against one of the spots he’d quickly learned was a favorite, his balls kissing against Tenna’s swollen cunt lips, "Ohfuuah♡ I… I swear… I-I’m not…"
"If that’s the truth, then you’ll say this," Battat hums, attempting to keep his tone level despite the excitement underlining the words. He has his cock kiss deeply against the sweet spot as he goes on, eliciting so many sparks he partly worries his lewd CRT may start a fire.
"Right as I fill you up, you’ll say that you’re mine. Alright?"
"H-Honey?! B-but that’s- t-that’s so-!"
"Unless," The Pippins goes on, wrapping his cock around his palm as he gently reels back an inch. It’s adorable how quickly Tenna begins to whine at this, all sorts of pleas falling from his lips.
"You want our first to end here?"
"N-nono! No! I-I’ll say ittt!" Tenna babbles, turning to fully engulf Battat in the scarlet neediness doing up his sweet face, tears brimming in the corners where his eyes would lie. His lips fall into a messy, flustered scrawl, yet his tail gives a small wag as he goes on.
"I-I’ll… say it…" Tenna repeats, a small smile pulling his lips up as he once again gauges his partner. "The censors might not like it, though."
Battat laughs, impulsively leaning a ways forward so he can capture those bashful lips in a kiss. It’s quick and sweet and simple, but it’s everything, he thinks, as he pulls back with a lopsided grin.
"I don’t think they’d like… any’a this," he corrects softly afterward, eliciting a conceding giggle.
It doesn’t take long for the two to fall back into rhythm after that — Battat’s stride in particular falling into confidence the more cock barrels deep into the slit of Tenna’s pussy, the filthy, erotic squelches he elicits falling sinfully in line with the CRT’s cries.
Despite his earlier chagrin, Tenna’s even begun to meet him halfway, his ass meeting Battat’s torso in loud, wobbly smacks of skin that has the Pippins internally thanking whatever Angel was up there for letting him to have been the one to be caught changing that faithful night.
"A-ah, s-so goodd! At this rate, you’ll make me…!" Tenna keens, moving to bite his pillow as Battat begins to bear down on him, bottoming out with each animalistic thrust he presses into his slutty, hungry cunt. "Mmn, Batty… don’t stop…!!"
A familiar wave of pleasure begins to curl and crest within Battat’s belly, both at the titillating praise and orgasm no doubt on the horizon, his eyes flicking back as he makes to bury himself with each thrust he slams against the cusp of Tenna’s cervix.
"I-I can’t… hold it…" He gasps, shutting his eyes as the sensation begins to rise, higher still, settling in the back of his throat. "G-gonna, gonna—!"
Twin cries unfurl into the air as Battat gives one final, harsh push into Tenna’s cunt, plugging it fully as heavy splurts of cum seep from his reddened tip deep into the messy, wet coil of his insides.
"Ohh, yes, yes!" Tenna wails past the screaming of the Pippins’s own heartbeat, shrill and sweet and wanting, "I’m yours, Batty, all youurs! Give it to me!! ♡"
And despite the hollow ringing of his limbs, the exhaustion clinging to every inch of him, he continues to pump his load inside the CRT through deep, loving thrusts, staining his slick hole with enough seed that it begins to spill right back out the stretch, staining their thighs in white.
Tenna melts into the sheets as it happens, his own climax following in the form of a rough, greedy squeeze that practically locks the two together. Battat slows his pace in favor of the closeness, rubbing soothing circles into his boyfriend’s hips as he softly pants from the stimulation.
"Batty…" is gently murmured after a seconds minutes pass, hoarse yet endlessly bright.
"Cuddle with me, won’t you?"
"You know…"
"Mm?" Battat mumbles, lazily blinking in the wake of Tenna’s arms. They’re curled snugly around his little body, allowing him all the warmth he could ever want. That he would ever want, so long as it came from Tenna. "Yes, Boss?"
A giggle sounds. "Tenna, honey."
"O-oh, right." Battat stutters, moving to gauge the other with an apologetic smile.
"Yes, Tenna?"
"I’m very lucky to have you."
The words instantly send a gut punch, the Pippins’s eyes flying wide. He quickly gathers up the expression into something slightly less bewildered, blinking.
"W-where’s this coming from, all of a sudden…?"
Tenna falls silent for a moment as he visually ponders the question. His thumb traces the curve of Battat’s back in the meanwhile, the feeling sending pleasant shivers up along his spine.
"I… don’t know." Tenna finally admits, an unreadable smile curving his lips. He presses Battat closer to his chest, prompting a sleepy chuckle. "Maybe because… you spoil me a lot?"
"It’s my pleasure to!"
A light pink swirls by either side of Tenna’s screen at this admission, his mouth falling into a surprised little 'o'.
His grin then gradually returns a little brighter, pressing itself onto Battat’s head in the form of a cheesed little peck.
"Thank you, dear." And then, quieter with drowsiness, yet overwhelmingly loud in the face of the happiness flooding Battat’s chest, the CRT adds, "I love you…"
It never gets any easier, hearing those words.
Even as Tenna drifts asleep soon after, leaving him to ruminate on them, their cadence, the love filtering the silent room.
Battat sucks in a breath, then moves to press his own kiss by the corner of where Tenna’s lips reside, his fond beam twinged with exhaustion.
"Love ‘ya too, Tenna." He declares, leaving the 'so, so, sooo much' decidedly unsaid as he allows for sleep to unite them.