The sound of birds chirping and the soft sunlight streaming in through the translucent curtains woke Sakurai Sho up. His eyes fluttered, then slowly widen. He smiled to himself, remembering last night, and closed his eyes, trying to recall every single detail.
He shifted as softly as he could, trying not to awake the younger man beside him. He gazed at the younger man, in awe of the differences when the boy is awake and asleep. When he’s awake, he’s so rough, so devilish, so passionate. Yet while he’s asleep like this, he’s so innocent, so much like a child. Sho pulled out his hand from under the duvet, and stroked the younger man’s lower lip with his thumb, which were red and moist. The angel pouted, and slowly opened his eyes.
“Morning, Jun,” Sho murmured softly, smiling lazily. Jun mumbled something under his breathe, probably some form of greeting, and snuggled closer to Sho.
“Mnnghh… You smell good. Like Vanilla... like yesterday,” Jun peeked up at Sho and smiled cheekily. “You haven’t had enough?” Sho crawled slowly on top of Jun. Jun smirked, stretched, and traced a finger down the older man’s chest, “What, you think that yesterday was just it?” Sho lowered himself and and blew into Jun’s ear. The angel from this morning parted his moist lips and moaned, his head tilted backwards aching for more. Sho made a wet trail from his soft earlobes to the middle of his chest.
“Why didn’t you do that last night?” Jun questioned playfully. He twirled a tendril of the older man’s hair backwards. Sho peered up from where he stopped and grinned, sneakily, slowly, “You didn’t give me a chance to.”
He shifted as softly as he could, trying not to awake the younger man beside him. He gazed at the younger man, in awe of the differences when the boy is awake and asleep. When he’s awake, he’s so rough, so devilish, so passionate. Yet while he’s asleep like this, he’s so innocent, so much like a child. Sho pulled out his hand from under the duvet, and stroked the younger man’s lower lip with his thumb, which were red and moist. The angel pouted, and slowly opened his eyes.
“Morning, Jun,” Sho murmured softly, smiling lazily. Jun mumbled something under his breathe, probably some form of greeting, and snuggled closer to Sho.
“Mnnghh… You smell good. Like Vanilla... like yesterday,” Jun peeked up at Sho and smiled cheekily.
“You haven’t had enough?” Sho crawled slowly on top of Jun. Jun smirked, stretched, and traced a finger down the older man’s chest, “What, you think that yesterday was just it?”
Sho lowered himself and and blew into Jun’s ear. The angel from this morning parted his moist lips and moaned, his head tilted backwards aching for more. Sho made a wet trail from his soft earlobes to the middle of his chest.
“Why didn’t you do that last night?” Jun questioned playfully. He twirled a tendril of the older man’s hair backwards. Sho peered up from where he stopped and grinned, sneakily, slowly, “You didn’t give me a chance to.”
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