It was quiet, as it always was, Reno asleep with his face to your stomach.

His breath tickled.

You combed fingers softly through his vivid hair.

He scared you.

You could drown in that.

___

After the noise and pressing. After the heaving breaths and body-wracking shakes. After the intensity and heat and dark, carnal bwant/b.

After, he slept, just this way. It was calming, and he looked so soft in those minutes. So sweet.

___

"Reno?"

"mmm…" He nuzzled into your skin, trying to reclaim sleep.

"Why do you do it?"

"…wha', bein' a Turk?"

"Yeah…"

"…maybe I think I can make up for my sins, yo."

His breathing slowed and evened again.

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"Reno?"

"…wha' now?"

"I don't mind your sins at all."

"…then I do it for…you…Now shhh…you're pretty when you're quiet…"

This time you let him slumber.

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It was quiet, as it always was, Reno asleep with his face to your stomach.

His breath tickled.

You combed fingers softly through his vivid hair.

You could drown in that.

___

Nothing had changed.