When they were both finished Arthur was satisfied and covered with a thin sheen of sweat, and tired enough that he could have fallen asleep right then.

He laid one arm over Valerian when he scooted closer, although whether this was out of affection, a desire for continued physical closeness, or some form of possessiveness — he couldn’t say. He hummed. The top of his blankets was sticky which was, objectively, kind of gross, but he couldn’t be bothered to deal with that right now, bogged down in physical tiredness and pretty pleased with himself — with both of them — besides.

”You can stay here tonight,” Arthur mumbled, tightening his arm over Valerian. After a second, and in a rush, he added: ”If you want.” It was possible that Valerian felt weird about this. It was especially possible that Valerian felt weird about this if he hadn’t previously realized his attraction to men — this happened to people, Art knew. His own discovery in this area had roughly coincided with the period of time he had started to actively ruin his own life — so, the bisexual thing had seemed less dire than it sometimes did to other men.

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