Shiroka didn’t stop yet, figuring that if Oliver wanted him to stop, he would say so. He held him closer, grip loosening to something more gentle and caring
wrong side of heaven//one on one (closed)
Another small purr crossed with a content sigh passed Oliver’s lips. He flushed slightly but couldn’t bring himself to care too much.
Shiroka felt the faint urge to press his lips to the top of Oliver’s head, but refrained, instead just running his hand through the other’s hair, occasionally massaging his scalp as they sat there
Oliver felt himself slowly falling asleep. The comforting embrace with the gently touches was relaxing, almost too much so but he didn’t tell Shiroka to stop.
Shiroka continued to sweetly hold Oliver, massaging his scalp while also rubbing his side. “Get some rest,” he murmured softly
“But I wanna… stay awake… with you…” Oliver muttered, though he yawned and tried to stifle it.
"You need rest, Oliver. I'll still be here when you wake up. It's alright," Shiroka soothed, gently giving Oliver's head a little rub in an effort to try and convince him
Oliver wanted to protest further but was too tired to do so. He released a small breath, relaxing under Shiroka’s touches. It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep.
(skip?)
(Yeah)
Shiroka had eventually dozed off as well, and was napping lightly where he was laying next to Oliver. He had the sense to make it so they were both laying down before he fell asleep, and he still had his arms around the other
Oliver was snuggled right up against Shiroka as they slept, his smaller body invisible to the eye depending on what angle you looked at the two. He slept soundly and deeply, exhaustion weighting in him heavily.
Eventually, Shiroka slowly began to stir, though it wasn’t necessarily peacefully. He curled tighter around Oliver, face beginning to screw up a little as he gave a soft little whine in his sleep
The whine woke Oliver up him his sleep and he pouted slightly. Though when he realised it was Shiroka he grew worried, "Sh-Shiroka?" He whispered, nudging him gently.
Shiroka didn’t exactly respond, just whimpered as he buried his face in the crook of Oliver’s neck, holding onto him a bit tighter as his face scrunched up. It looked almost like he was in pain, albeit quiet
Oliver grew more worried and nudged Shiroka again, a little harder. He didn’t deserve whatever it was that he was going through in the dream world.
At the firmer nudge, Shiroka gasped, sitting up abruptly, or at least partially as the weight of Oliver atop him kept him from moving much. He panted and coughed, rubbing at his throat as he trembled, silent and not quite realizing Oliver was still there with him
Oliver sat up a little more, practically in Shiroka’s lap. He gently, ran his hand through the other’s hair, then let it rest on his cheek, “I-It’s okay… I’m here…” He whispered, hopijg to provide at least some comfort.
Shiroka was breathing heavily, wide-eyed still as he looked around a moment before realizing that Oliver was still there. He was tense, but after a moment he began to slowly relax. Shamefully, he looked down, hating that he had that outburst in front of Oliver, of all people
Oliver's heart sunk slightly at the look on Shiroka's face. He went back to gently running his fingers through his hair, just like he'd done earlier and hummed softly. Even though he was slightly curious as to what he had been dreaming about, he didn't dare ask.
Shiroka just leaned against Oliver now, his head resting on the other's shoulder as he slowly evened out his breathing, calming down as he let his eyes close and focused on the feeling of Oliver's fingers carding through his hair. "I'm…sorry," he eventually murmured. "You didn't need to see that."
Oliver’s heart sunk a little more at that and he frowned slightly, glad Shiroka couldn’t see, “You had no choice over whether that would or would not happen. There’s no need to apologise…” He replied quietly.
Shiroka just kept quiet now, staying where he was. He didn't want to get up or pull away–it had been so long since someone had held him, even if it was for a short time like this
Oliver when back to humming softly, letting his nails gently scrape along the others scalp now, too. He didn’t move, either, not wanting to and so he didn’t, staying where he was to comfort Shiroka.
Shiroka couldn’t help the way he melted at the feeling of Oliver’s nails scraping gently against his scalp, biting his lower lip out of habit as he nearly whined softly. He liked when his hair was played with in general, so the little bit of scratching had him turning to jello
Oliver had to bite back a giggle as he watched Shiroka. It was kind of funny to see the man that always dressed so scary and threatening practically turn to water with just a few minutes of having his hair played with. It was cute.
Shiroka felt a bit of an embarrassed blush rising to his cheeks now, but he didn't have the heart or will to stop Oliver. He was practically made of jello at this point anyways, his eyes starting to half-close in enjoyment
This time Ollie did let a tiny giggle slip and he smiled down softly at Shiroka. He really was like a big, overgrown puppy now he thought about it and the thought had his smile growing ever so slightly.
Shiroka let out a soft little noise somewhere between a whimper and a snuffle, burying his face in Oliver's chest as he tried to hide his reddened face as best he could
Oliver's smile grew to the widest it had been for a while. Even though the smile wasn't big, it was big enough to be a noticeable difference to anyone who'd seen him recently.