belsAn excerpt of this fic (https://archiveofourown.org/works/51830356)
The first thought that ever crossed his mind was warm. And the next word would be comfortable. The next one was firm, but strangely, also bouncy?
Draken wondered what it was.
This felt familiar. This seemed like something he should know.
"Look, Kenta," Draken heard the whisper he had recognized so well. "Your daddy just looks like you. All curled up cozily on me."
Draken wondered why someone would say that.
He tried to move, to get more information about his surroundings, but something stopped him.
There goes another warmth, this time over his temple, caressing him almost too softly, almost in a too gentle way.
Draken sighed in contentment. The touch just affirmed his first thoughts, how he was basking in comfort, his safe space, his happy place.
"You must be so tired, Ken," the low voice carried nothing but fondness. "I should consult with Inupi about getting a new employee for you. You can't shoulder everything by yourself."
Draken found in himself the want to argue, but he didn't have any energy to do it. The constant caressing on his head, the lulling touch of the same hand combing his hair, were too distracting.
Those worked wonder in quietening Draken's mind.
"Sleep well, Ken."
Draken could feel something shifted beneath his head, but only for a second, before he settled back into the comfortable position he previously had.
The warm, the firm, and somewhat, the bouncy.
Draken smiled to himself, thinking about this kind of pillow he would love to have for sleeping as always.
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