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Rhys could feel the squirming in his hand that meant Vincent had woken up. Even with all the time that had passed he wouldn’t let things be simple. He could hear the grumbled complaints that caused a small laugh to escape him. Vincent only seemed to get more annoyed at this and pushed against his fingers.
“Come on, I have things to do,” he complained. Rhys kept his eyes closed, but brought his hand up to his face. “You’re so lucky your breath always smells like strawberries or I’d kill you for doing this.”
Rhys smirked and lifted one eye open slightly. Vincent had slipped off his shirt in his sleep again. He couldn’t hold himself back from running his thumb over his chest. Vincent gasped before glaring into Rhys’s eyes. He didn’t want to let him go yet. Rhys pulled his hand a bit closer. Vincent tensed, making Rhys smile a bit more.
“Sleep a bit longer, you were gone for weeks last time,” he murmured. Vincent squirmed a bit more. He pulled him close and planted a chaste kiss against his bare chest.
“Stupid god, you don’t even need sleep,” Vincent said. He still relaxed into Rhys’s fingers. The god gasped as he felt the human’s lips against his own. He leaned forward and kissed the small body again enjoying the heat that started to radiate off his form. “If you want to sleep so badly, go back to sleep already. Stupid lazy god.”
Rhys smirked before sliding his face down to press his nose against Vincent. He let out a sigh before nuzzling against him and closing his eyes again. He laughed a bit as Vincent grumbled before getting comfortable. Days like this didn’t feel real and Rhys wanted to be selfish at these times. They both knew if Vincent pushed Rhys would let him go without a second thought. Lazy mornings weren’t bad sometimes.