It's a difficult arrangement, they're all challenged at communication in some ways, but it's useful and needed and he knows it's a press of an ask, but there's a bit of pride in him when Alaric finds the words. Although, the question at the end has him chuckling and there's a bit of warmth to his cheeks he's glad can't be seen.
He wipes his hands on his pants again and leans over Alaric, hands on the couch on either side of him to brace himself so Anders can kiss the back of his head.
"Sorry, I should be more clear: I meant if you're feeling better from earlier, but I'll take that too." His next kiss is to Alaric's temple and his voice is more of a murmur but not too low to be heard. "I adore you, Alaric Morgan."
Then he sits up to extract himself from their small tangle so he can slide down beside Alaric on the ground next to his head so Anders could pet his hair. "Would you like a nap or shall I tempt you into something more lurid and thoroughly exhaust you?"
He turns his head toward Anders and uses his forearms to push up enough to get away from the cushion and kiss Anders, warm and gentle and affectionate.
"Much better." That part is clear, but. "'m going to sleep, now."
He returns the kiss readily and reaches up to unclasp the collar before Alaric can settle in again, though he's careful to keep the metal in contact with his love until he can rest it on Alaric's back once he's settled again. The ward would wear off soon enough, but better not to jolt him with it's removal when he was ready to relax.
"My pleasure." And he was absolutely earnest in that, there was very little else he would rather do than be near Alaric and pet his hair until he slept. His fingers ran through the strands in practiced strokes and he leaned against the couch with his opposite shoulder as though guarding over him.
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He wipes his hands on his pants again and leans over Alaric, hands on the couch on either side of him to brace himself so Anders can kiss the back of his head.
"Sorry, I should be more clear: I meant if you're feeling better from earlier, but I'll take that too." His next kiss is to Alaric's temple and his voice is more of a murmur but not too low to be heard. "I adore you, Alaric Morgan."
Then he sits up to extract himself from their small tangle so he can slide down beside Alaric on the ground next to his head so Anders could pet his hair. "Would you like a nap or shall I tempt you into something more lurid and thoroughly exhaust you?"
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"Much better." That part is clear, but. "'m going to sleep, now."
Pause.
"Sit there and pet my hair for a while."
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"My pleasure." And he was absolutely earnest in that, there was very little else he would rather do than be near Alaric and pet his hair until he slept. His fingers ran through the strands in practiced strokes and he leaned against the couch with his opposite shoulder as though guarding over him.