As there are no dangerous wild animals around, leftover food doesn’t need to be hung high in case of brown bears or similar. Bai Yao tidies up easily, and after making sure the fire is extinguished completely, leads Mu Mu’er to the tent.
The tent for two is quite aptly named, though Bai Yao does need to slouch a little given his stature, if he doesn’t want to poke the ceiling of the cramped tent.
Mu Mu’er doesn’t mind, though, and quickly glues himself to Bai Yao’s body after taking his shoes off and going inside, to watch him work.
“What do we do now?” Mu Mu’er has never been camping, so the experience is quite fresh for him. He has taken a liking to this ‘tent’ thing, because he can stick really close to Bai Yao when inside.
Meaning his Yaoyao cannot run away.
Bai Yao does his work while explaining patiently to Mu Mu’er what he happens to be doing right now, “I’m putting air bags under our sleeping bags. These can ‘insulate,’ meaning we will have some distance between the temperature and moisture of the ground. Now, I’m opening the sleeping bag, so that Mu’er can squeeze inside.”
Mu Mu’er hasn’t so much as seen sleeping bags, never mind sleeping in one. He watches as the soft roll of fabric unfurls into a flat, puffy bag like magic, and can’t help but poke while wowing.
Bai Yao is amused at the display, and is about to tease him again when he suddenly finds himself touching rather solid objects.
He turns to look at Mu Mu’er, who looks away guiltily.
Bai Yao flips the sleeping bag over – and chuckles.
Great. The hamster-possessed little sea otter has placed all the pretty seashells he’s found under that rolled up sleeping bag in the tent, having no more space in his pockets.
He then goes on a little investigative adventure, and finds all the nooks and crannies in the tent filled with knick-knacks, with even a seashell sitting on top of the night-light hanging outside the top of the tent. He didn’t even notice when the little guy put one on there.
With a sighing smile, Bai Yao sits back into the tent with a circle of colourful seashells around him, and a little sea otter with head hanging low, knowing he wasn’t supposed to do that.
Mu Mu’er doesn’t want all his ‘treasures’ thrown away now that they’ve been discovered, and so begins pleading – not that his choice of wording suggest even a modicum of reflection, “Mu’er hid those. Yaoyao cannot throw away.”
Bai Yao sighs in defeat again. His little sea otter is always so cute, from the first day he’s met him ’til now. So much so he just wants to rub his little cheeks all day long.
“Yaoyao is just going to look,” he says teasingly, “or must Yaoyao not look either?”
“Yaoyao can look,” says the poor little sea otter, “but cannot throw away.”
Still, with some of the space in their bags formerly occupied by foodstuff freed up, Bai Yao can put them all in, and promises to bring them home.
Bai Yao pulls the zipper on the sleeping bag open, and is about to teach Mu Mu’er to climb in when he recalls he’s left his flashlight elsewhere. He ought to bring it in, in case they need the light in the middle of the night.
After coming back from Qi Ya’s tent, he sees that Mu Mu’er has already figured out how to stuff himself into the sleeping bag. Now that he’s a proper sea otter maki, he can roll around in the tent – from the left, to the right, and back.
Bai Yao is laughing again.
Though while he thought Mu Mu’er might have trapped himself and is trying to go free, and thus he goes to pry his dumdum boyfriend out of his predicament, Mu Mu’er appears confused at first, before seemingly coming to a realisation and widens the opening of the sleeping bag for him, asking quietly, “Yaoyao, wants to roll together?”
Bai Yao “…”
“I’m not going to roll around.”
He puts the little sea otter back inside the sleeping bag and then embraces the sea otter maki, kissing his cheeks that have cooled slightly by the nightly autumn breeze, “I just want to hug the little hungry sea otter.”
They lie down on the floor – insulated by air. Mu Mu’er stays close to Bai Yao like it’s the natural thing to do.
In fact, they haven’t actually been officially together that long, but they’ve found this to be the perfect mode between themselves – hugs and kisses before sleeping. And even if Mu’er forgot, Bai Yao would lift him up and carry him onto the bed, to free him from his clothes.
Otherwise, Mu Mu’er would lift Bai Yao’s arm to wrap himself comfortably in the man’s lap, before looking up to get kisses, after which would come the freeing-of-clothes ceremony.
Today, though, Mu Mu’er finds Bai Yao not removing his clothes even after lots of kisses. He asks, “only kissing today? No ’embracing’?”
“Yeah.”
Mu Mu’er appears a little disappointed, but Bai Yao stops his thoughts with a firm hug, using his big hand slipped into the boy’s clothes to warm his tummy, and whispering into his ears, “we’re going to do a different kind of ’embracing’ today.”
Thus Mu Mu’er is happy again.
He likes embracing with Yaoyao, no matter which kind of embracing it is.
While lots of couples might be the closest together during the period right after confession, the little sea otter in Bai Yao’s lap makes him think that he can be the closest together with Mu Mu’er his entire life, and even more than that.
They’ve already slept together on the same bed on their third night together, and they held hands through all of those times sleeping together. It’s definitely become a habit by now; one he would most certainly abhor withdrawal from.
A happy Mu Mu’er is humming again, “sleeping with Yaoyao~ Sleeping with Yaoyao always~”
Still, the tents are quite close together, so Bai Yao knows Qi Ya will hear if they speak even at just above regular volume, so he uses a finger to poke Mu Mu’er’s lips gently, “quietly for now; let’s let Qi-ge sleep in peace before we talk.”
Yet it would appear the finger is more distracting to the sea otter than listening to what Bai Yao has to say. The finger leaving Mu Mu’er’s mouth so quickly makes him disappointed, so he hurriedly plants some kisses on the fingertip before it can go away.
“Yaoyao also needs kisses on the fingertip?” Mu Mu’er says, holding Bai Yao’s hand in place, “Mu’er still hasn’t kissed enough.”
Then it’s cut short when Bai Yao uses his lips to rescue his fingertips.
After all the fooling around, they finally lie next to each other in sleeping bags, and have turned off the lamp. Mu Mu’er closes his eyes in anticipation of sleep, but Bai Yao says, “wait a little. Yaoyao will show you something.”
Mu Mu’er, though, while replying a bit slowly, “oh, ok,” must have been tired from the day’s travels. In the blink of an eye, Mu Mu’er’s breathing has already turned quite regular.
Oh well. That’s to be expected.
Bai Yao doesn’t wake him back up, but continues observing his sleeping form quietly from the side.
Before meeting the little sea otter, Bai Yao has never imagined he could love someone to this degree. Truly, each and every cell of his body is burning now, yearning to love him with all that he has.
The empty jigsaw piece in the shape of a little sea otter he didn’t even realise he lacked has now been filled, to a tee, and he is finally complete.
It is such a special, priceless feeling. He can’t possibly not love him; he’d rather die than lose him.
Bai Yao caresses Mu Mu’er on the head, twirling his fingers about his soft little bangs, gently cooing him into deep sleep.
To fall in love with a little sea otter, is to slot the final piece of blue jigsaw puzzle into the picture of a vast, boundless ocean, it is.
As there are no dangerous wild animals around, leftover food doesn’t need to be hung high in case of brown bears or similar. Bai Yao tidies up easily, and after making sure the fire is extinguished completely, leads Mu Mu’er to the tent.
The tent for two is quite aptly named, though Bai Yao does need to slouch a little given his stature, if he doesn’t want to poke the ceiling of the cramped tent.
Mu Mu’er doesn’t mind, though, and quickly glues himself to Bai Yao’s body after taking his shoes off and going inside, to watch him work.
“What do we do now?” Mu Mu’er has never been camping, so the experience is quite fresh for him. He has taken a liking to this ‘tent’ thing, because he can stick really close to Bai Yao when inside.
Meaning his Yaoyao cannot run away.
Bai Yao does his work while explaining patiently to Mu Mu’er what he happens to be doing right now, “I’m putting air bags under our sleeping bags. These can ‘insulate,’ meaning we will have some distance between the temperature and moisture of the ground. Now, I’m opening the sleeping bag, so that Mu’er can squeeze inside.”
Mu Mu’er hasn’t so much as seen sleeping bags, never mind sleeping in one. He watches as the soft roll of fabric unfurls into a flat, puffy bag like magic, and can’t help but poke while wowing.
Bai Yao is amused at the display, and is about to tease him again when he suddenly finds himself touching rather solid objects.
He turns to look at Mu Mu’er, who looks away guiltily.
Bai Yao flips the sleeping bag over – and chuckles.
Great. The hamster-possessed little sea otter has placed all the pretty seashells he’s found under that rolled up sleeping bag in the tent, having no more space in his pockets.
He then goes on a little investigative adventure, and finds all the nooks and crannies in the tent filled with knick-knacks, with even a seashell sitting on top of the night-light hanging outside the top of the tent. He didn’t even notice when the little guy put one on there.
With a sighing smile, Bai Yao sits back into the tent with a circle of colourful seashells around him, and a little sea otter with head hanging low, knowing he wasn’t supposed to do that.
Mu Mu’er doesn’t want all his ‘treasures’ thrown away now that they’ve been discovered, and so begins pleading – not that his choice of wording suggest even a modicum of reflection, “Mu’er hid those. Yaoyao cannot throw away.”
Bai Yao sighs in defeat again. His little sea otter is always so cute, from the first day he’s met him ’til now. So much so he just wants to rub his little cheeks all day long.
“Yaoyao is just going to look,” he says teasingly, “or must Yaoyao not look either?”
“Yaoyao can look,” says the poor little sea otter, “but cannot throw away.”
Still, with some of the space in their bags formerly occupied by foodstuff freed up, Bai Yao can put them all in, and promises to bring them home.
Bai Yao pulls the zipper on the sleeping bag open, and is about to teach Mu Mu’er to climb in when he recalls he’s left his flashlight elsewhere. He ought to bring it in, in case they need the light in the middle of the night.
After coming back from Qi Ya’s tent, he sees that Mu Mu’er has already figured out how to stuff himself into the sleeping bag. Now that he’s a proper sea otter maki, he can roll around in the tent – from the left, to the right, and back.
Bai Yao is laughing again.
Though while he thought Mu Mu’er might have trapped himself and is trying to go free, and thus he goes to pry his dumdum boyfriend out of his predicament, Mu Mu’er appears confused at first, before seemingly coming to a realisation and widens the opening of the sleeping bag for him, asking quietly, “Yaoyao, wants to roll together?”
Bai Yao “…”
“I’m not going to roll around.”
He puts the little sea otter back inside the sleeping bag and then embraces the sea otter maki, kissing his cheeks that have cooled slightly by the nightly autumn breeze, “I just want to hug the little hungry sea otter.”
They lie down on the floor – insulated by air. Mu Mu’er stays close to Bai Yao like it’s the natural thing to do.
In fact, they haven’t actually been officially together that long, but they’ve found this to be the perfect mode between themselves – hugs and kisses before sleeping. And even if Mu’er forgot, Bai Yao would lift him up and carry him onto the bed, to free him from his clothes.
Otherwise, Mu Mu’er would lift Bai Yao’s arm to wrap himself comfortably in the man’s lap, before looking up to get kisses, after which would come the freeing-of-clothes ceremony.
Today, though, Mu Mu’er finds Bai Yao not removing his clothes even after lots of kisses. He asks, “only kissing today? No ’embracing’?”
“Yeah.”
Mu Mu’er appears a little disappointed, but Bai Yao stops his thoughts with a firm hug, using his big hand slipped into the boy’s clothes to warm his tummy, and whispering into his ears, “we’re going to do a different kind of ’embracing’ today.”
Thus Mu Mu’er is happy again.
He likes embracing with Yaoyao, no matter which kind of embracing it is.
While lots of couples might be the closest together during the period right after confession, the little sea otter in Bai Yao’s lap makes him think that he can be the closest together with Mu Mu’er his entire life, and even more than that.
They’ve already slept together on the same bed on their third night together, and they held hands through all of those times sleeping together. It’s definitely become a habit by now; one he would most certainly abhor withdrawal from.
A happy Mu Mu’er is humming again, “sleeping with Yaoyao~ Sleeping with Yaoyao always~”
Still, the tents are quite close together, so Bai Yao knows Qi Ya will hear if they speak even at just above regular volume, so he uses a finger to poke Mu Mu’er’s lips gently, “quietly for now; let’s let Qi-ge sleep in peace before we talk.”
Yet it would appear the finger is more distracting to the sea otter than listening to what Bai Yao has to say. The finger leaving Mu Mu’er’s mouth so quickly makes him disappointed, so he hurriedly plants some kisses on the fingertip before it can go away.
“Yaoyao also needs kisses on the fingertip?” Mu Mu’er says, holding Bai Yao’s hand in place, “Mu’er still hasn’t kissed enough.”
Then it’s cut short when Bai Yao uses his lips to rescue his fingertips.
After all the fooling around, they finally lie next to each other in sleeping bags, and have turned off the lamp. Mu Mu’er closes his eyes in anticipation of sleep, but Bai Yao says, “wait a little. Yaoyao will show you something.”
Mu Mu’er, though, while replying a bit slowly, “oh, ok,” must have been tired from the day’s travels. In the blink of an eye, Mu Mu’er’s breathing has already turned quite regular.
Oh well. That’s to be expected.
Bai Yao doesn’t wake him back up, but continues observing his sleeping form quietly from the side.
Before meeting the little sea otter, Bai Yao has never imagined he could love someone to this degree. Truly, each and every cell of his body is burning now, yearning to love him with all that he has.
The empty jigsaw piece in the shape of a little sea otter he didn’t even realise he lacked has now been filled, to a tee, and he is finally complete.
It is such a special, priceless feeling. He can’t possibly not love him; he’d rather die than lose him.
Bai Yao caresses Mu Mu’er on the head, twirling his fingers about his soft little bangs, gently cooing him into deep sleep.
To fall in love with a little sea otter, is to slot the final piece of blue jigsaw puzzle into the picture of a vast, boundless ocean, it is.
