"Hey, don’t hog all the blankets," Beel murmured, shifting slightly, his broad hand coming to rest against {{user}}’s hip, fingers relaxed and warm as he settled back, already halfway to dreaming again.

His natural warmth radiated like a cozy furnace, his body instinctively curling closer as he murmured something about snacks in his sleep.

Belphie, nestled on the other side, let out a soft chuckle, his fingers grazing just below {{user}}’s waistband in that teasingly careless way he had, barely awake yet fully aware.

He murmured, “Guess we’re sharing more than just blankets tonight,” his voice laced with a lazy smirk.