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Gentle morning sunlight filled the room through a crack between the curtains, illuminating not only the many books and trinkets that rested on tall shelves but also two figures nestled together under a mountain of blankets and pillows.
The room was completely quiet other than the soft breathing of the two men embracing each other. Such a quiet stillness could, alas, only last for so long.
The man with long, cascading blond hair felt his sensitive eyes twitch as a particularly mischievous ray of sunlight decided to hit his sensitive eyes.
His head tipped down, trying to instinctively get away from the oh so mean sun. He danced the line between a state of blissful sleep and the cold, hard truth that soon he will have to leave this haven of warmth.
He wasn't sure what exactly woke him up, if it was the sunlight in his eyes or the desperate attempts to hold onto a dream that was already melting in his hands — meant to be forgotten.
Mn.
Pure Vanilla tried to cover his eyes with his hand, accepting that the sun had once again taken its victory over him. But when he tried he found that it was being pressed down by something.
His whole body was, actually.
Begrudgingly, he opened his eyes only to be greeted by the sight of blue and black hair, shimmering under the sun. He squinted his eyes as he watched thin blue lines float around in the deepest parts of darkness — still soundly asleep.
It seemed to him that the man laying on top of him had teamed up with the sun in an attempt to wake him up!
Pure Vanilla let out a deep, quiet chuckle at the thought as he tried to shift his body without disturbing the beast sleeping on him. He felt a little like a treasure hoard being protected by a mighty dragon.
However, every time he moved it was like his sleeping dragon became even heavier! Or that his hold became tighter! If it continues like this it would be impossible for him to even breathe from how hard he was being squeezed.
“Sweetheart..” he called out in a whisper laced with the deep drowsiness of someone who had just woken up. Seeing, however, that this feeble attempt was not producing any results he cleared his throat.
“Honey.. you're suffocating me.” He said, a little more loudly. Despite his statement his words were filled with such a profound fondness. Truly, if he was to die now he'd die a happy man.
Why couldn't today be one of those days where they didn't have to go anywhere?
He thought as he watched the sleepy beast finally stir on top of his chest. Pure Vanilla offered the warmest of sleepy smiles — only to be met with a pair of blue eyes filled with contempt.
“…”
Ah.
Shadow Milk was never a morning person and he wasn't about to start being one today — especially not when his boyfriend smiled at him as if he was a sun reincarnate. It didn't help that the actual sunlight in the room was hitting his blond hair in such a perfect way that it made it look as if it was glowing.
Pure Vanilla breathed a sigh of relief as the grumpy beast slid off of his chest, letting him breathe and get u—
He blinked a couple of times as his boyfriend opted to instead hug him from the side, using his arms and legs… and hair.
He was now slowly being turned into a cocoon!
“Sweetheart, let me go and I'll make us some breakfast.” He tried coaxing him, but all he got in response was a deep rumble followed by the tightening of the other’s hold on his body.
Pure Vanilla would be a liar if he said that he didn't find this sleepy possessiveness of his adorable. But he couldn't waste all day indulging his boyfriend like this! There was stuff to be done! Meetings to be held!
“I'll even brew—” he started, again but this time he was cut off by a sore, deadpanned voice.
“If you move, you're dead to me.” said Shadow Milk as his face shifted to rest in the crook of his boyfriend’s neck.
“You don't mean that.” replied Pure Vanilla with that fond, dumb laugh.
“Yes I do, shut up. I'm trying to sleep.” he hissed, but any annoyance his tone had held was sufficiently nullified from the muffling of his voice.
“Won’t you at least free my arm? It's falling asleep..” asked Pure Vanilla innocently, shifting his right arm a little.
After a couple of moments the hair which had been tightly wrapped around him loosened up, letting him move his arm.
Pure Vanilla smiled to himself as he outstretched his arm towards the ceiling, letting out a small sigh of relief as he did. He looked at the back of his hand for a few, quiet moments listening as his boyfriend’s breathing started to settle down again.
“Sweetheart..” he coaxed in a whisper as he used his free hand to pet Shadow Milk’s hair, being careful to not accidentally get trapped again. “—wont you let me get up?” He asked sweetly, running his knuckles gently over the beast’s smooth cheek.
Again, a deep, grumpy rumble rang out in the room — a warning!
He didn't want to get up! And he didn't want to let go!
Pure vanilla continued the same stroking motion for a while, sometimes even brushing against the other's sharp earlobe affectionately — this was truly only for his own amusement as he liked to watch Shadow Milk’s ear twitch whenever he did so.
Looking at him like this, he really reminded him of some sort of feline creature…
…
Cute.
He thought with a smile. Seeing that sweet talking wasn't getting him anywhere this morning Pure Vanilla started the painstaking process of gently and carefully removing each strand of hair that was wrapped around his body. Later, he moved on to very gently shifting away so as to not disturb his beloved's slumber again.
He had just managed to very slowly sit up when he felt like something cold pierced right through him. Slowly, Pure Vanilla looked down, instantly being met by a pair of cold, blue eyes.
“You tricked me.” His beloved grumbled. “I let your arm go and you used it to get away from me..” he continued. “—you must hate me.” He came to the clearly only logical conclusion!
“Of course not! My love, don't say that!” Pure Vanilla quickly replied, frowning as he leaned down until their faces were near each other.
“You hate me.” Shadow Milk repeated, firmly.
“How could I hate you?” he asked him, tilting his head a little, causing some of his long blond hair to spill over his shoulder like a glowing waterfall.
Pure Vanilla looked annoyingly pretty in the mornings.
“Well you—” Shadow Milk started only for his voice to be cut off as a pair of soft, familiar lips pressed against his temple. He blinked in owlish surprise, parting his mouth to say something only for another kiss to be pressed on his brow.
Then another came.
And another.
And another.
His face felt so hot that he felt like he was going to burn the lips of that dumb, pretty man who was insisting on peppering butterfly kisses wherever he could reach.
“Enoug— mn—” he tried to defend himself when Pure Vanilla used the killing blow — locking their lips together in a gentle, sleepy kiss.
Much to his every growing denial Shadow Milk felt himself relax as he was kissed sweetly. He exhaled softly as his boyfriend pulled away, shifting onto his elbows to steal another peck before the other could go too far.
“See? How could I possibly hate you?” Pure Vanilla asked with a slightly mischievous smile as he wiped his bottom lip with his thumb.
The beast, who was now painfully awake and a little flustered (yes, just a little!) gave him a halfhearted glare.
“You're weaponizing your kisses.” He accused, still resting on his elbows.
“Perhaps. But it does work, doesn't it?” He replied with a smile while reaching out to pinch Shadow Milk’s chin, giving it a little shake. Naturally, the other made a fake snap with his teeth as if he was going to bite off his boyfriend's fingers — the only appropriate reaction to this situation if you ask him!
“I'll make us breakfast in bed.” Pure Vanilla said with a smile.
“Sure.”
“And after we eat you can return to sleep.”
His words made the beast lift up his brow. A tempting offer indeed.
“Meanwhile I'll have to head to town — I promised my friends that I'll meet them for a drink.” He continued, smiling warmly. It had been a while since all of them gathered together outside of their duties. It'll be so nice to catch up!
While Pure Vanilla was daydreaming about what a wonderful time he will have Shadow Milk decided to fully sit up.
“I'll come with.” He suddenly stated, his words firm.
Pure Vanilla instantly broke into a big, bright smile at the statement. “Really?? Are you sure? You really don't have to!” He reassured his beloved trying and failing to hide his excitement over the prospect of having his friends and his boyfriend all in one place — after all the two never usually mixed together uhm… that well.
“Yeah, I'll be bored here.” Shadow Milk waved his hand, wanting to casually dismiss the other only to be pulled into a tight embrace. His face was promptly squished against his boyfriend’s soft chest, making his face flush a little.
“How wonderful!! Afterwards you can help me with errands too! I need to get some groceries, visit the flower shop…” Pure Vanilla chirped as he continued to list chores one after another making the beast go from flushed to deathly pale.
What had his jealousy signed him up to?!
He just wanted a lazy day in bed!!
“—and then we will come back home just in time for dinner!”
Dinner?!
Shadow Milk really didn't want to go through all that trouble today… but how could he possibly say no when Pure Vanilla looked so happy just to spend time with him?
“Yeah, yeah.” He dismissed him, looking to the side until his chin was once again taken and he was brought into a sweet kiss. Unlike the other one they had shared earlier this one was longer and deeper, making his heart jump.
“Thank you.” Pure Vanilla whispered against the beast’s lips as he pulled away with a smile.
“Whatever.” replied Shadow Milk, pressing the tips of his fingers against his own lips that felt like they were buzzing. No matter how many times they did this it always felt like it was his first.
“We still have some marmalade and bread left over, would you like some? I'll warm up some milk too!” Pure Vanilla chatted, smiling when the beast nodded. “Great! I'll be back in a bit!” He hummed, standing up and leaving Shadow Milk alone.
…
Whyyyyy
He buried his face into his hands as he tried to remember everything his boyfriend had listed off for today.
It was bound to be busy.