There’s an arm that flops over their chest, leg entertained with theirs on the bed, as Dean puts off work to bury his face into the crook of Ky’lar’s neck.

_{it was one of the few times that ky was completely relaxed. being around dean had that effect on him most days and it was why he was content to simply lay there. after-all, it was nice to take a day to themselves… if only so they could be like this, and forget about the world around them.}

“mmm.” he muttered lightly, his fingers slowly running through the other’s hair, “someone’s been a good boy lately.” it was a compliment… or rather, the best sort of one that he could give at the moment.

// @noprodigalson