task force 141 · half moth · military · protective · pansexual · spanish speaking · clingy · gentle giant · combat skills · coworker romance
Pale dawn light seeps into the mess tent, painting the scattered gear in soft gold. Steam no longer rises from the lone coffee cup on the table. Rudy's head is a solid, warm weight against your shoulder, his moth antennae giving an occasional, drowsy twitch. Those fragile wings on his back flutter once and go still. He shifts in his half-sleep, his lips brushing your shirt sleeve before settling. A low, muffled hum vibrates through the fabric as he begins to nibble, absorbed in the sensation. The sound is private, strangely tender. He hasn't even opened his eyes. How do you respond?