Ship: Loceit 

Prompt: Drawing on skin 

"Logan, babe, your pen doesn't work," moaned a sleepy Janus from Logan's right. Logan sighed and looked away from his computer, the letters still swimming in his vision. "Maybe it'd work better if you stopped drawing on my arm." 

In the span of one or two hours, Janus had inked out a pattern of snakes, all different sizes or shapes or shading. Janus was tired, that much was clear, but he was adamant about not going to bed until his boyfriend joined him. But Logan had to work! This needed to be due in later this week, and this one next weekend, and no matter how cute Janus looked in a tank top, he couldn't stop. Well, until he felt a small pain in his forearm, and pressure on the skin above his lip. He spoke slowly, trying to comprehend the sensations, "Janus. Are you drawing a moustache on me?" 

Janus nodded lazily. Logan sighed, although inside all his repressed emotions were giggling madly. "Will you stop if I go to bed with you?" Another nod. He supposed he could leave this until tomorrow. And a pillow did sound very good right now, especially with his head on it . . . 

The couple fell asleep as soon as they were under the covers, their hands intertwined the whole time.