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"Take a break, your eyes and back will thank you," Snake rumbled out somewhere to the side of Otacon, earning a non-committal hum from him.
He knew that Snake was right; the long lines of text started warping an hour ago, and his posture had his spine quietly bitching at him for the same amount of time, if not longer.
Unfortunately for the both of them-- his own body, along with he and Snake-- the ever-present itch to just finish the damn thing kept him quite stationary. Otacon mumbled out something in regards to finishing what he was working on first, Snake responding with his own hum.
The two sat in relative silence, the only sounds in the room coming from Otacon typing and clicking away on his laptop, Snake opting to silently observe both the digital clock of the oven, and Otacon himself.
Snake finally moved from his perched spot against the doorframe, the sound followed with his movements finally caught Otacon's attention for a split second. A split second that Snake needed to enact his plan.
"Need an incentive to turn in for the night?" The words caught Otacon offguard, pausing and furrowing his brows, before looking at Snake as if he had just spoken a new tongue with an utmost fluency.
Otacon's eyebrows shot up, eyes widening behind his glasses as he watches Snake casually drop his pants, revealling the fact he was commando the entire time?!
And by god did the incentive work. In record speed, Otacon shot up from his chair, nearly toppling the poor thing, and made it roughly two steps before he stilled, face suddenly draining of color. He held his arms out just slightly, before his body gave, fainting.
Snake furrowed his brows as he watched Otacon stand, before quickly moving to catch him before he could either faceplant or hit his head on something, or both.
Not but a few seconds later, the color returned just a bit to Otacon's face, as he comes back into his body. He takes a second to process what just happened, before groaning in embarrassment, hands coming up to cover his face, body leaning more into Snake as he stands to not have his full body weight leaning into Snake.
"I cannot believe that just happened," Otacon mumbled in embarrassment, "I got so excited to see you pantsless I *passed out!*" After a suspicious bout of silence from Snake, Otacon brings his hands down enough to glance up at him just above the field of his glasses. Making eye contact with a blurry, but somewhat amused, Snake, Otacon squawks in lighthearted disbelief, gently smacking one of Snake's biceps.
"Snake!! It isn't that funny!!"
At that point, Otacon is flushed a flustered pink, making non-serious attempts to wriggle out of Snake's bear hug, while Snake himself keeps Otacon close, trying to reassure Otacon and to cease his wriggling, laughing all the while.
Otacon resigns with a sigh, the two of them loosely hugging, Otacon less abashed, and Snake's laughter dying down. A gentle quiet falls around them, before Snake pulls back just the slightest bit to look down at Otacon.
"You've gotta admit it's a little funny," Snake says, earning an amused huff from Otacon.
"I guess," He resigns, leaning back into Snake, tucking his face into Snake's pecs. After a beat of silence, Otacon peers back up at Snake with a mischeviously curious glint in his eyes. "...are you still up for that incentive?"
Snake answers by leaning down and kissing him, the both threading their hands through the other's hair, slowly backtracking to the bedroom.