Azusa tapped firmly before opening the door to the dorm room he and Randy shared. Morgan glanced to the ends of the hall for any witnesses before ducking in after him.
"I'm home," Azusa called, already peeling off the cloak and jacket of his uniform.
There was no answer. He weaved ahead though the darkness and turned on the lamp by his bed.
Morgan eased the door shut and glanced around, taking pointed interest in what the light had revealed. "I thought you said Randy would be here."
"I said he didn't have plans," Azusa corrected. "What he does with his time isn't my concern."
Morgan nodded idly.
"Were you hoping to see him?" he teased. "Is that why you came?"
"Of course," Morgan said, flashing Azusa a cheeky grin.
They edged closer to him, fixated on the stark contrast between the sides of the room. On the far end was Azusa's disheveled but plain bedding, and a few garments tossed carelessly at the trunk of personal effects. But nearest to Morgan were colorful bedsheets and a mountain of stuffed toys spilling off of the other bed.
Azusa had mentioned this about Randy before, but Morgan had no idea Randy's collection was so impressive. Many of them were teddies, and there were more than a few bunnies, but Morgan also spied a few other animals. One of them, a cat, had such long, soft-looking faux-fur... They couldn't bite back the smile lighting up their features, and stepped towards the mountain of toys in wonder.
"Do you think he'd mind?"
Asuza positioned himself between Morgan and the mountain, reaching out to redirect them. "I think I would mind if you slept in his bed and not mine."
Morgan's gaze lifted from where the mountain had been, briefly meeting his as he spun them about and let his arm sink around their shoulders instead.
"Fine," they huffed, "but would he mind if I borrowed one?"
The pair sat down on the edge of Azusa's bed. The moment Azusa removed his arm from around their shoulders, Morgan lay back across the disheveled sheets. His scent lingered in the folds, and Morgan's heart skipped a beat.
Azusa leaned over them, propping himself up above them on his arms. "What do you want one for?"
"It looks soft and I wanna cuddle it," Morgan said, grinning.
"You look soft," Azusa replied, leaning farther down. He was close enough that they could feel his breath.
Morgan craned their neck towards him, touching the tip of their nose to his. "Kisses aren't cuddles."
Azusa inched back, pressing his lips together like he was hiding a scowl. He instead buried his face in the crook of Morgan's neck, letting the full of his weight smother them. His fingers wove their way into the thick of Morgan's hair. Morgan chuckled and curled their arms around him.
Azusa nuzzled at them until he exposed their neck between their jaw and the collar of their shirt. He suckled lightly where his lips made contact.
Morgan lifted their knees and rested their feet on the edge of the bed. Grasping at his back, they hugged him closer as if reducing the space between them would hinder his efforts.
"Something wrong?" he cooed, his serpentine smirk branding Morgan's skin.
Morgan sighed. "It's too hot in here."
Azusa leaned back, easing his weight off of them. "Then maybe you should take off a layer or two."
"I'm only wearing two."
Azusa's smirk broadened. The distance between them was enough now that Morgan could get their arms between them and shove him aside. He rolled off with little resistance and stared absently at the ceiling.
Even without his warmth, Morgan felt flush and shrugged out of their uniform jacket. They leaned over Azusa to cast it atop his effects on the trunk. They weren't wearing the vest beneath it, just the dress shirt. Before they could pull away, Azusa set his hands on their hips and held Morgan there above him. A shiver crawled beneath their skin, away from the heat of his palms.
"I'm a little warm, too," he confessed.
"Yeah," Morgan agreed. "You're pretty hot."
Azusa's twisted smirk returned.
"You know what I meant!" Morgan huffed, dismissing the red trying to creep across their face.
"Yeah, I think I'm pretty hot, too," he said, raising his brow. "Maybe you could help cool me off?"
"Huh?"
"Could you unbutton my shirt for me?" He schooled his smirk into the most benign smile he could manage.
It looked worse than the smirk, and Morgan laughed inwardly at the attempt. They sat astride his hips and reached for the button second from the top - the first already undone - but left their hands to rest on his chest instead. "Now why should I do that?"
Azusa's fingers crawled like spiders beneath the loose hem of their shirt towards Morgan's waist. They should have tucked it in. The grazing of his fingers grew progressively lighter.
Morgan put on a frown and popped the second button.
His fingers stopped, and his smile stopped pretending it could pass for benign. It was only a brief pause before his fingers resumed their delicate crawl, and Morgan began to squirm at the tickle in his touch.
They popped the third button.
Azusa shifted beneath them, his shirt easing open just enough to tease them. Morgan bit their lips together, reinforcing their frown and denying him the laughter bubbling in their throat. There wasn't a pause this time. His hands slipped higher and came to rest on their waist.
They popped a fourth button.
Azusa's thumbs grazed above Morgan's waistline.
Morgan froze. "Wait-"
Easing back into motion, his hands climbed farther.
"Stop."
"Hm~?" Those hands were still going.
"Azusa, stop!"
They gripped his arms and shoved them down against the bed. His reach stunted, his hands lingered again near Morgan's hips.
He glared up from where he lay. "What's the matter with you?"
"I said stop!" Morgan cried.
"Why?" Azusa huffed. "I thought we were having fun."
"Yeah, we were," Morgan said. "Until you went too far and didn't listen, so I'm done."
Azusa let his hands fall to the bedding beneath them. "Fine."
Morgan eased one leg after the other off the bed. Once standing, they let go and turned about-face.
"Where are you going?"
"I don't know," Morgan muttered, marching towards the door, "back to my room, where I'm supposed to be?"
"You don't have to leave," Azusa grumbled after them.
They continued regardless. They were past the mountain and a few steps from the door.
"Morgan." Azusa sighed. "Don't leave."
Morgan took a deep breath, tempering their nerves. When they were sure they could face him squarely, they turned back around. Azusa was still in bed, sitting up, two of the buttons popped had been done up again. There was no trace of mischief left, though they knew altogether too well that he could change face at a moment's notice. They kept their distance, more than half the room apart from him.
Azusa leaned forward to stand, and Morgan took another step towards the door. He sank back down, slouching on the edge of his bed. He extended his arm - Morgan flinched - and gestured to the bed across from his.
"Sit down."
"I thought you didn't want to see me in his bed," they challenged.
"Yeah, but," Azusa conceded, "I doubt he's coming back tonight, and I would rather see you in his bed than walking out that door."
They glanced from the colorful bed to the door and back.
"Morgan, please."
Morgan pressed their lips together. They trudged over and lowered themself onto the edge of Randy's bed farthest from where Azusa sat, keeping the mountain of stuffed toys between the two of them. They collected the long-furred cat plush that they had spotted earlier, curling around the toy, and studied the other stuffed toys with feigned interest.
"Why did we stop?" he asked.
Morgan's tongue flicked between their lips, weighing the consequences of their answer.
"You looked like you wanted it as much as I did," Azusa added.
"I did," Morgan said. "I do."
"So what did I do wrong?"
"You went too far."
Azusa folded his arms across his lap and stared in Morgan's direction. "In what way did I go too far?"
"I didn't want you to-" Morgan glanced downward sheepishly. "-feel anything."
"If we're gonna fool around, it can't stay a secret forever."
Morgan glared accusingly at Azusa. "I wish it could."
"Why would you want that?"
Morgan clutched the cat plush.
"What are you afraid of?" Azusa asked. "Whatever you've got in there or down there isn't gonna change anything."
"Can you promise me that?"
"I can promise you'll still be a goof."
"I mean it!" Morgan insisted. "Promise me that you won't treat me differently, that you won't get it wrong, that you won't tell anyone."
Azusa snorted. "Who am I gonna tell? Randy?"
"Azusa!"
"It's not like I talk to anyone else," he said.
Morgan pressed their lips together. He didn't. He roomed with Randy, he conferenced occasionally with the prefect and the headmaster relating to the too-lax punishment for his crimes, and them. What would he gain from alienating the one person with whom contact was entirely voluntary?
"You don't have to worry about it, Morgan. That's the one thing I got right, even when-" He shook his head and looked away, grinning wryly. "-even when I was 'asshole of the year.'"
Morgan let out a bark of laughter, and clapped their hands over their mouth. That was the first time they had heard him call himself that. The smile cracking beneath their best efforts to hide it could not be wrestled back into a scowl. Azusa straightened and stared squarely at Morgan. Morgan looked away, stifling a giggle.
"Can I come over there?" Azusa asked.
Morgan nodded. "Can you turn off the light?"
He did as they requested and darkness overtook the room. He crawled onto the edge of Randy's bed opposite Morgan, cupping their smiling cheeks in his palms and leaning in for a chaste kiss.
Morgan lay snuggled up against Azusa's back, arms curled around him and nose nuzzling between his shoulderblades.
"So, ah..." Morgan mulled, "what are you hoping to find down there?"
Azusa frowned pensively. He rolled over in their arms, the blue of his eyes lost in the darkness but still searching for the grey of theirs. "You remember that day we were drawing together?"
"Yeah." Morgan stared intently back.
"The last one-"
"The one with the tentacles."
Azusa grinned. "That's the one."
Morgan's expression soured, and seconds later Azusa found himself on the floor.
