The Love Language Of Two Idiots
Fred couldn't help the smile that slid into his face at Draco's relaxed state. Said boy was still breathing a little hard but he was staring up at the ceiling as if it were the night sky.
Fred pulled his fiancé over to him by his waist and kissed his head. Draco stiffened and asked lazily, "What're you doing?"
"...Aftercare...?" Fred didn't know what he was getting at.
Draco just looked at him as if he had said the sky was green. "What the fuck is that?" He asked, brow furrowed in thought.
Fred pulled back slightly to look at him. "You don't know wha' that is?" He questioned in a serious tone.
Draco just shook his head and Fred sighed. "It's like..." He began to explain. "It's like taking care of you partner after having sex and making sure their okay, usually in the forms of cuddling and talking. It's really common y'know."
"No, I don't know."
Fred huffed before he asked in a quieter tone, "Do you want me to stop?"
".... No, but maybe some clothes would help. I don't know what this ' cuddling ' things is you're on about, but it sounds nice."
Fred chuckled and slowly stood up, carefully helping the shorter man up. They walked over to their respective suit cases and pulled out their night wear.
Fred had a simple shirt and plaid pajama pants. Draco slid on his Boxer briefs and rummaged through his bag a bit. He didn't want to wear the AC/DC shirt if it would make his Mum react such a way.
"Huh..." Came his tired voice.
"What is it, love?"
"Can't find a different shirt..." He then facepalmed and said mostly to himself, "I'm gonna kill Akihiko."
"He steal 'em?" Came Fred's question.
"Very likely."
Fred smiled and pulled out one of his worn purple and green striped shirts. "You can wear this. It'll be too big on your but it should be comfy."
Draco looked between Fred and the shirt before reluctantly taking it as if it would explode at any minute. He quickly slipped it on and walked back over to the bed.
"No trousers?"
"Don't like the feeling on my legs at night." Draco replied.
"....do I have to wear mine?"
"You don't have to, I don't care as long as we're wearing underwear. It's like a security thing, I don't know why but I can't stand to sleep completely naked."
Fred hummed in agreement and slipped off his shirt and trousers. He made his way over to the bed and hastily laid down to cuddle Draco.
He was pulling back the covers and saw Draco's wings, he didn't want to hurt them by laying on them so he said lowly, "Can you move your wing so I don't hurt you?"
Draco looked over to him and scoffed. "Your not gonna hurt me, my wings have been broken numerous times, laying on one isn't going to damge it."
"Okay." Fred replied.
He slipped onto the bed and under the covers, it really was cold outside and he would be damned if he finally got to spend a night with the man of his dreams just to die of fucking hypothermia.
Draco was facing his direction, be was starting to doze off but he kept waking himself up, like he didn't trust Fred enough to fall asleep around him. He could fix that.
He snaked his arm around the man's waist and pulled him closer, the blonde simply hummed in acknowledgement. Fred burried his face into Draco's chest and thrived in the heat radiating off the man.
Draco slowly wrapped his arms around his neck while his wings curled around the two. "Am I doing it right." He said while stifling a yawn.
Fred nodded and hummed an exhausted, "Mhm."
He started lazily drawing patterns on Draco's back and stayed awake just long enough to watch Draco fall asleep. He looked peaceful.
Fred smiled and pulled the man closer, letting himself succumb to the same fate. He almost didn't catch Draco's tail wrapping itself around his leg in comfort. He was definitely going to tease Draco about it later, just to see him blush, but for now it was time for sleep.