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you tiptoe down the hallway, socked feet quietly approaching nagi’s bedroom door.
waking up to his warm body against you and the sound of rain ricocheting off his window was so dreamy, you wouldn’t even know that you were awake if it wasn’t for your stomach, empty and angrily grumbling. the lingering scent of his freshly washed sheets and his calm breathing were almost enough to lull you back to sleep, but you managed to slip out of his grip, not leaving without kissing the tip of his nose.
when you open the door, nagi is just waking up. he’s managed to cocoon himself in his comforter, and he looks so cozy you almost wish you didn’t leave. his hair is a mess, and his nose scrunches in a way that makes you want to kiss him all over. his arm lazily reaches out to try to find you, whining when he realizes you’re not next to him.
when he rolls over and meets your gaze, his eyes brighten. it’s a rare sight, especially this early; you’re used to his sleepy pout and pleading eyes, begging for just five more minutes. he shifts onto his back, opening his arms in a wordless request. he groans when you jump on top of him but still curls an arm around you, pulling you closer as your thighs fall open to frame his body.
“you’re so cold.” he uses his free hand to pick his stray hoodie from the floor, where he’d thrown it off before collapsing into bed the night before. he sits up just enough to pull it over you, and you’re surrounded by the smell of his detergent; it’s the smell of early mornings wrapped in his sheets and late night laundry dates. your hair is strewn across your eyes from the force of the fabric when your head pops through the collar, and he brushes it behind your ears before he pulls the two of you back down, mattress bouncing against your shared weight.
pressed together like this, you can feel the soft thrum of his heart underneath you. something warm fills your chest at the thought of yours syncing to the same beat. your head fits perfectly in the junction of his neck, white baby hairs tickling your nose.
“why’d you get up so early?” he sighs. “it wasn’t the same without you. it’s such a pain waking up alone.”
you press a kiss below his ear in the form of an apology, relishing in the little shiver that runs through his body.
“hey,” he pinches your thigh. “i want more.” when you peek at him, his lips are already puckered, big grey eyes looking at you expectantly.
“you’re so spoiled, sei.” his lips are only a little chapped when you press yours against them. you tangle your fingers in his hair, nails grazing his scalp as he exhales in satisfaction.
“not my fault,” he says against your mouth. “i can’t get enough of you.”
he parts his lips, kissing you hard as his large hand moves from your back to your jaw to hold you in place. your body fits perfectly on top of his as you prop up on your elbows, arching into him like two puzzle pieces made to fit together. you whimper when his tongue grazes your own, tasting the leftover peach jam you had on your toast.
you mold your lips against his for as long as your lungs allow, chest aching as pull away. he’s so pretty, looking up at you with his messy hair and pink cheeks, lips shiny and eyes dazed.
what was a steady, soothing beat of rain has turned aggressive and loud, hitting hard and fast against the glass of his windows. you didn’t realize how dark it had gotten; you turn to look outside, but he curls a finger under your chin. your skin tingles from where his thumb traces along the edge of your mouth. “don’t look over there,” he pushes it into the plush of your lower lip. “i’m right here.”
even with the smallest effort, he never fails to make you dizzy, butterflies filling your chest so intensely you wouldn’t think you just caught your breath. he pushes your hair behind your shoulder, thumb moving to trace along your cheek. your noses are practically touching this close.
“i guess i can forgive you for leaving,” his kisses trail to the corner of your mouth and across your skin until his nose brushes against the curve of your ear. “but only if we stay here for the rest of the day.”
you don’t have much of a choice when he rolls the two of you over so you’re facing each other, clinging to you like a koala. he buries his head against your chest, hand sneaking under your clothes to wrap around your waist, fingers spread over your warm skin. you nuzzle down into his hair, wayward strands tickling your nose, eyes already growing heavy. “‘kay.”