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Kai hums, soapy dishwater just barely uncomfortable enough to keep him awake. It was his turn for the stakeout last night and he was more than happy to hand it off.
The floor creaks and suddenly arms are wrapping around him, pinning his arms to his sides. And, something else to his ass.
"Hey," he purrs, "stow that weapon away, mister."
"Mmf," Morro snuggles closer into his neck. "Don't need anything, just…"
"Yeah, I know." Softly, "Let go."
"No."
"'Mores."
Arms release him only to snake under his arms and around his chest.
He sighs.
And he rinses a plate.