#poorly but its cyUTE.

[xamaxenta]

Marco watching the way Sabo keeps nodding off, head dipping and then bobbing back up as he sniffles and turns the page of the book he’s reading

He says nothing, happy to observe the way the younger blonde flips back a few pages to reread something and then again to his current place

It’s interesting to watch sleep take Sabo because Ace is out like a light every night before his head has even hit the pillow, he doesnt fall asleep he crashes and he crashes hard, its fun to see where the switch flips, Marco thinks its when his knees hit the mattress but Sabo thinks its when he starts falling face first into the pillows

Sabo however refuses sleep, because in his words “I have so much to do” the bags deepening his hollower gaze gives him a gaunt look most of the time, Ace always tells him he makes the walking dead look sexy and Sabos lip curls because its a dumb joke, because half his skin and body overall is immolated anyway

Sabo when almost asleep is possibly the most malleable creature, loose long lanky limbs and with the sweetest disposition, wit and integrity was replaced with something truly spoiled

“I dont wanna get up.” Sabo complains when Marco plucks the book out from his unprotesting hands

“I wasnt going to make you.” Marco replies whilst sliding one hand beneath Sabos knees and the other under his arms, sabo says nothing nd promptly slips off Marcos shoulder

Sighing Marco hefts him back up to drape an arm around his neck, “work with me, you can atleast do that much right?”

“Naaah.” Sabo slurs, head lolling to the side and he nuzzles into the firm broadness of Marcos shoulder, “dont wanna.”

“Youre worse than Ace.”

“Ace is nicer.” Sabo says and thats that, because its true so Marco struggles with him, dropping him twice, both being Sabos fault but hes so exhausted he doesnt really seem to care, only that he expects to be carried, in full

“Your legs dont fit through the door like this.” Marco chides, but, picks Sabo up off the floor regardless, clutching him bridal style and Sabo grins, eyes closed peaceful at last at achieving what he wanted

“Youll figure it out.” Sabo punctuates the last syllable with a yawn and, surprisingly, sweetly nestles into Marcos shoulder

Its hard because Marco really doesnt want to inconvenience him now, its so so rare to have this chance that waking him up would be such a crime

So he makes it work, squeezing themselves through the comedically narrow door frame to the adjoining bedroom where Ace lays spread eagled across the mattress drooling peacefully into Marco’s side of the bed

Depositing his precious cargo on the side that had less of Ace and more mattress, Marco feels a phoenix purr rumble in his chest, low and melodic at the sight of Sabo instinctively squirming close to Ace to latch onto him, Ace, shifting in his sleep to accomodate him like they’d rehearsed this

He wishes he had a snail cam, it would be lovely to capture them like this

Sabo opens his good eye and throws Marco a look, its uncanny how good he is at sensing another persons gaze on him, must be Dragon’s paranoia training or something, Marco wouldnt know

“Im cold.” Sabo informs him and Marco snorts, cold, with the personification of fire incarnate spooning him?

“Are you?” Marco humours him as he starts shucking off his over shirt and dropping his pants

“Yes.” Sabo huffs and, scoots over as Marco sets a knee on the mattress

“Aw. Guess im gonna have to fix that for you too hm.” Marco smacks Sabo on the thigh, a silent request for him to move over so he can fit too

Sabo hums in response smug as can be as Marco settles down and effectively sandwiches him between his own chest and Ace’s. Ah. So that was his plan all along.

“I bet you think youre real smart huh.” Ace speaks up, his voice crackles, crispy with sleepiness

Groans when Sabo elbows him in the ribs, swearing but tightens his hold around Sabos waist in response

“Clever thing isnt he?” Marco agrees conversationally, dry rhetoric colouring his voice as he jostles Sabo in closer because now that hes nicely tucked between them they won’t let him leave

“Shaddup.” Sabo grumbles but he doesnt sound too put out by his currently. Titillating situtation

“Hn. Okayyyy.” Ace bites at his nape, mouths sloppily at golden curls until he found Sabos scarred earlobe

“Gross.” Sabo whispers but his eyes are closed and his voice is so soft it barely holds any heat.

Shifting his weight to more securely cradle Sabos legs between his knees, Marco relaxes entirely and listens to both his younger partners breathing even out allowing Aces soft snores to eventually lull him to sleep

ok im no longer blisteringly horny on main i wanna think about MAS snuggles