Most mornings were quick kisses and hard embraces to try and ease the separation the day or days would bring. He liked watching you sleep, in the least creepy way. The way how the soft light of the morning would slowly feel the room, dancing over the curves and angles of your face as you stayed safe and warm in his arms.
Keigo sent a few feathers to put on some coffee, having kicked the habit of the beverage canned since moving in together. He hummed, soft and low and cracking with the disuse of dawn. You hardly stirred against him, even as he looped his hands in the hair at the base of your skull. It was hard not to smile around you, and not those plastic, weakly-stitched ones that he wore for the press and for the sake of his role.
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Gently, as softly as he could while keeping his touch that firm, solid way you always purred for, he tilted your head to the side, leaving your neck and naked collarbones free to do as he wished.
He moved carefully, laying the softest, sweetest kisses over your skin. Each one pushed you closer to wakefulness, he knew, but he was more than happy to give you the perfect awakening you deserved. You stirred as his lips trailed near your pulse point, his hands roaming over your hips and your thighs. As your eyes cracked open, he gently hooked one of legs over his own, grinding his hardened cock against your sex.
But, sometimes, you would have mornings together. Keigo made a point to rearrange his life so that there would be more of them. He loved mornings with you. No, with you, they were all so real.
