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Snuggles

Summary:

Where Roger and Abadan are at the end of the day.

Notes:

pure fluff for thine eyes

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Warm and soft, surrounded and snuggly, calm and collected, gentle and kind... Donnie's hold was everything Roger could ever want, selfish but comfortable thoughts drifting through his mind. He laid at his chest, arms wrapped around his torso as his lover's laid around his upper and middle back.

He felt safe and protected, the faint smells of coffee and flowers on Donnie's chest. His hand tended to stay on his shoulder, sometimes slipping off but usually just sliding down his arm. He felt so cared for, there were few times he felt so alone and empty with Donnie around.

He was always patient, always helpful, he didn't understand why or how but he couldn't complain. What was there to complain about? Donnie was so good, it felt impossible at times, that he'd always end up in his arms at the end of the day. He wouldn't have it any other way, often wondering how he got so lucky and why he deserved it more than anyone else Donnie's met.

Donnie said he doesn't need to be special to deserve everything he's done for him; he doesn't need to be exceptional, he doesn't need to be successful, just that he lives with a kind heart. He snuggled in a little more, hearing him hum in response.

He stayed quiet, breathing softly as he smiled into his chest, the coffee and floral getting a little stronger. Donnie held him a bit tighter, the action rather instinctual as the man nuzzled into his hold. This was his favorite part of every day; whenever he dreaded the work day or got stressed, he remembered he was gonna be here.

It comforted him so greatly, sighing contently as he fell asleep—no nightmares, no insomnia, no fear, just... comfortableness. For the longest time, he didn't understand how patient and nice Donnie was, finding it baffling how he put up with him every day. He couldn't put up with himself every day, it seemed like a supernatural talent or miracle at times.

But he came to learn that, that's just how Donnie was. And it's just what he did, it was a gift to him.

Notes:

this is how it is most every night and morning

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