Satiated, drifting off, but not quite there yet, Kit rested on Eric's chest, the hand on the side they were resting on, playing with their hair. The other rested on their hip for now, but was likely to move wherever it felt comfortable to do so.
Eric's eyes were closed, head rested against the pillow, and face at peace as if reliving a distant memory. It was quiet at first, a small sound that traveled through his chest and throat, but it was there. He was humming.
He hummed an old tune to his lover. A tune that had been lost to time to all but him. The age of it was felt with every note, and Kit found themselves drifting into deeper slumber because of it.
Eric smiled.