Elias finished the last mouthful with a satisfied little hum, setting the empty cup on the nightstand. "Perfect," he said, wiping at the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. "Cheap ramen, warm bed. Peak luxury."
Victor reached over without a word, took the empty cup from the nightstand and set it aside as if it had offended him. "Done?" he asked.
"Done," Elias confirmed, leaning back against the pillows.
Victor didn't reach for another bowl or make a joke this time. Instead he shifted, his long frame folding down until he'd stretched across the mattress and lowered his head into Elias's lap like a cat claiming territory. His hair brushed the inside of Elias's wrist; the warmth of him was heavy through the blanket.
"Seriously?" Elias looked down at the crown of dark hair in his lap. "You're sulking now?"
Victor's voice came out muffled, velvet, and shameless against Elias's thighs. "You ate it all. Not even a sip of broth left for me."
