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Toshinori sighed, burying his face into… whatever it was he was holding. Fingers curled against a shirt that wasn’t his own, a scent that smelled of a fresh breeze and sunshine filled his nostrils. His eyebrows knitted together as he released a soft groan. That smell… just like…
With what willpower he had at this moment in time, he peeked his eyes open. It was still dark in the room, but with the dim light of the sun peeking through the blinds, he realized it was early morning. He shifted again, his body groaning in protest before he froze. Toshinori was certainly not alone.
This was a dream, it had to be. But there he was. Hawks, sleeping soundly beside him; russet wings pressed loosely against his back.
Memories of the night before came flooding back all at once. Lips pulling at each other in desperate need, heated words whispered against the other’s flesh, hands getting lost and tangled in the others hair. Divine bliss… Bliss that had set every nerve in Yagi’s body alight with a carnal desire to consume the younger man's body and soul, and just maybe, his heart.
His pale blue gaze remained fixed on the slumbering Hawks’ face. He looked so peaceful in his sleep… All lines of worry and doubt completely washed away. Dark gold hair was mussed and sticking up in places, the longer curls around his neck slipping down to rest atop his shoulders. A beautiful mess. The temptation was just too much.
He leaned down, placing a light kiss on his shoulder before placing another, and another… Slowly making a trail up to the younger man’s throat, brushing away golden hair with his fingertips while his lips gently pulled against tan skin. Eventually he reached his face, continuing to pepper light kisses across his forehead, cheeks, then finally those lips that he hungered for.
There was a soft gasp of air and the feeling of Hawks’ body moving against his own. A leg slipped forward to rest on his hip, with hands moving toward to trace the lines on his chest. A warm shudder ran up and down his spine at the contact, especially when he felt the dull bite of Hawks’ nails raking over his sensitive flesh.
“Good morning,” Toshinori whispered, draping an arm around the smaller man to pull him closer.
“G’mornin’.” The dark blonde groaned, snuggling further into the older man's chest. A smile blossomed across Toshinori’s face.
“Sleep well?”
“Mmm,” he hummed with a soft sigh, “warm.”
A chuckle bubbled in the back of his throat. Images from the night before began to form in his head, and a small surge of heat ran through his lower abdomen. He swallowed, the taste of the smaller man a lingering memory on his tongue. Blue eyes became hooded with desire as phantom noises of gasps rang in his ears, the desire to feel skin on skin meet in a ravenous dance.
Toshinori shifted, hovering his head above Hawks; lips grazing just over the shell of his ear. “I know other ways to warm you up.”
Hawks stiffened in his grasp, and for a brief moment Toshinori wondered if he had been too forward. But his fears soon died as Hawks looked up at him with lust-filled golden eyes, a dangerous smirk playing along his lips that made Toshinori want to capture his mouth once more.
“Think you can go another round so soon, old man?”
“Let's find out,” he breathed, sealing their mouths together in a heated kiss.
