Sadde is home; it's a Friday evening, his shift is over, and there's no school. He's reading a book, lying on his bed in his small-but-tidy apartment.
He is also quite naked, because it's his place and why not?
"Oooh, that's a good thing to underestimate in my opinion," he says, and decides that holding Ashras that way no longer suits his purposes, so he conjures a platform with an antigrav device below it right under Ashras to drop him safely on, purely so he can turn around for correct kissing.
What can he say, explosions are exciting.
Yup, you definitely won't see Sadde complaining. He is doing, like, the opposite of complaining. He kinda wants to stop exploding things and go do other stuff but. It's the exploding that's helping, here. Damn.
They haven't exploded anything in a while now and Ashras is still very excited.
...point. "I kiiiinda wanna go do some other stuff," he suggests when it's clear the lack of explosions has not in itself noticeably curbed Ashras' enthusiasm.
"We could do that," says Ashras. "The ocean will still be here afterward."
"Yes. Yes it will," he says, and there will be some more hungry kissing before he manages to ask, "Where?"
Ashras kisses the mask, partly to be adorable, partly because he really wants to be kissing Sadde and Sadde's face is now unavailable.
That's alright, soon they land in some secluded enough place and Sadde can have a face again and then they're in his room.
It is good that Sadde has a face. Ashras would like to kiss Sadde's face. It's important.
Once again there is a complete lack of complaining. Once in Sadde's room, his costume is gone, and so are his shoes, and soon there are shirt-removing urges.
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Eeeee. That makes him happy. And the noises are suitably happier, too.
Now his shirt is gone.