Ogron let out a frustrated sigh, rummaging through the papers scattered across his desk. A plan, an important one, had gone missing, and no matter how many times he shuffled through the documents, he couldn't seem to find it.
"Arg!" he grumbled in irritation, only to be interrupted by the soft sound of footsteps approaching from behind.
"Ogron?" Anagan's voice was gentle, low, and velvety, carrying a soothing calm with it. Ogron glanced up to see him standing in the doorway, wearing nothing but his pajamas. His hair was tousled from sleep, and the warm glow of the hallway light silhouetted his lean figure. "It's after one. Why are you still up?"
Ogron felt that familiar warmth in his chest, one he couldn't deny always flared up whenever Anagan was near. "I… lost a plan. I'll go to sleep once I find it," he muttered, eyes scanning the desk again, as though the document might magically reappear.
Before he could dive back into his papers, Anagan's hand caught his wrist, halting him. "Liar~," he teased, a playful smile tugging at his lips. "Go to bed now. You can find it tomorrow."
Ogron opened his mouth to argue, but the words never came. He couldn't sleep—there was too much left to do, too much weighing on his mind.
But Anagan wasn't having it. "I know that look," he said knowingly. "That's the 'once you leave, I'll stay up forever' look. Come on."
With a gentle but firm tug, Anagan led Ogron down the hallway, into the bathroom. Ogron found himself being guided without protest, his tired body almost automatically following Anagan's lead.
"Take a bath," Anagan suggested softly, running the water as steam began to rise from the tub. "Relax. It's not healthy to be so stressed."
Ogron looked at the bath with reluctant longing, every inch of him aching to give in. Oh, how he wanted to melt into the warmth, to let go, but his mind raced with unfinished tasks and unspoken thoughts.
Anagan seemed to read his hesitation, his smile turning softer, more tender. "Let me help."
Without waiting for a reply, he undressed Ogron, his movements slow, careful, as if undressing the layers of stress along with the clothes. Ogron sighed as the warm bathwater enveloped him, the tension in his muscles beginning to unwind.
Anagan knelt beside the tub, gently washing him, his hands lingering with every touch, as if savoring the feeling of Ogron's skin beneath his fingertips. Each caress was intimate yet soothing, the scent of calming oils filling the room.
Ogron exhaled slowly, his mind beginning to quiet. The warmth, the soft splashes of water, Anagan's steady presence—it all began to blur into a haze of comfort.
After a while, when Ogron was nearly lulled into complete relaxation, Anagan helped him from the tub, wrapping him in a soft towel and leading him toward the bedroom.
"You need sleep, Ogron. You'll be no good to anyone if you don't rest," Anagan murmured.
Ogron's steps were slow, reluctant. As much as his body craved sleep, his mind still fought against it. But Anagan wasn't taking no for an answer.
Once they reached the bed, Anagan pushed Ogron down onto the mattress, a playful smirk on his face. "I'm not leaving until you sleep."
Ogron huffed but couldn't stop the chuckle that escaped him. Anagan straddled him, gently pinning him to the bed. "Come on," Anagan teased, "surrender."
Ogron tried to wriggle free, half-heartedly resisting, but Anagan leaned down, brushing their lips together, and suddenly, everything else faded away. The soft press of Anagan's mouth against his was warm, coaxing, and Ogron couldn't resist the slow burn spreading through him.
Their kisses deepened, and Anagan's hands began to roam, tracing Ogron's body with slow, deliberate touches. Ogron's skin tingled under his fingers, the tension in his body giving way to a different kind of heat. Before long, the remnants of their clothes were discarded, forgotten, as they pressed against each other.
"I'm gonna melt..." Ogron murmured breathlessly between kisses, his body trembling with the intensity of the moment.
"That's okay," Anagan whispered, his hand sliding up Ogron's thigh, fingers teasing the sensitive skin there. "Melt for me."
Ogron shuddered, his body giving in, surrendering completely to the sensations. Anagan's touch was everywhere—gentle yet firm, slow yet unyielding. Every kiss, every caress, was laced with tenderness and desire, and soon the world outside didn't matter. It was just the two of them, wrapped in each other, their breaths mingling, their bodies entwined.
The moment they reached euphoria together was soft and quiet, yet powerful, like a wave crashing over them. It wasn't rushed or hurried, but gentle and intimate, a shared experience of love and release.
Afterward, they lay tangled together, their breaths evening out as they came down from the high, skin flushed, hearts racing. Ogron rested his head against Anagan's chest, his body heavy with exhaustion but his mind blissfully calm. For the first time in a long time, he felt truly at peace.
Anagan kissed the top of his head, whispering, "Sleep now."
And this time, Ogron didn't fight it. He closed his eyes, Anagan's arms wrapped around him, and slowly drifted off into a deep, restful sleep.
