Eyyyyyyyy I'm not dead surprisingly
Have a short Septiplier ficlet because I feel bad not putting anything out lately
Jack nuzzles the side Mark's neck as the brunet edited his video. His hands roamed Mark's sides, trying to coax his attention away from the screen and back to him. He wanted to be cuddled god dammit.
"Maaaaark," Jack whines lowly, skating his fingers over Mark's tummy. "You can do that later."
Mark sighs and he makes sure he saves the changes he's made on his Subnautica video before turning to face the Irishman. Jack gives him a sweet, I could do nothing wrong smile, and drags him over to the brunet's bed. Mark rolls his eyes, this man would be the death of him.
He lets himself be moved around and positioned so that Jack could snuggle comfortably up against him. His arm draped around Jack's waist,chin resting on the top of his head. He could already feel his eyes starting to fall shut as he listened to Jack's breathing even out. Fingers traced soft circles up and down his back, lulling him even deeper into relaxation.