nsfwfrosch:

with a wonderful lil drabble by @elfrooted

It’s how they wake. It’s how they speak, a wordless morning dance, movements draped in disrupted dreams. He’s touched him so many times.
It should feel stale, but it never does, never enough, enough of him. They seek, and they find each other, unhurried undulations and fragmented breath, and in the midst of passion, whispers rise and they rock together, and he loves him more than the morning before.