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Medic inhaled deeply though his nose; he could smell the shampoo he’d picked out for Sniper recently, after he’d run out of his go-to gas station brand. “Could I pick out your next product? ” Ludwig had asked of him, to which the bushman gave a look of surprise, as if he couldn’t imagine why the doctor would want to do such a thing, followed by an eager nod. “Yeah, sure.”
It had worked out rather pleasantly; Michel’s hair was soft, his often-irritated dry scalp was slowly going away with each new wash. It had meant a lot to him that he’d trusted his judgment, let him deviate from his routine to show him a new way of doing something. He ran his nose over his beloved’s hairline, feeling the small hairs tickling the inside of his nose. Smiling to himself, Medic pulled away just enough to look down.
Perched atop his plush chest was Sniper himself, cheek squished against his hairy breast as he felt a small puddle of drool sliding out of his lover’s slightly-parted mouth and onto his skin. Medic smiled warmly; he never got tired of this. He’d been surprised Sniper had been so eager to be held, figuring that he’d want to be the one doing the holding, but…
Ludwig’s broad body went rigid for only a moment as the marksman shifted in his arms, watching his strong shoulders and back as he did so. What a treat! He nestled his face against Medic’s chest even more, the tip of his large nose pink from the friction of his body hair.
They were supposed to have woken up at least two hours ago. Maybe more.
Medic didn’t care. Sniper needed sleep!
And he always got the best kind when the doctor would hold him; he’d tucker out nearly instantly at the pleasant contrast of his own warm body against Medic’s cooler one, cold hands rubbing through and caressing his hot neck and scalp… Michael let out a soft sigh through his mouth as he quietly snored. How was he supposed to wake Sniper up when he looked so angelic?!
So he didn’t. He held him and ran a thumb lightly over his sideburns, caressing his sharp cheekbone and watching his back rise and fall with each heavy breath he took. Michel never slept in. Always with his routines! He understood that just fine, but sometimes he needed to rest! And since he wasn’t awake to argue with him, Medic was in no position to deny him of some much-needed rest.
He perked up and smiled toothily as he felt strong, lean arms wrapping around his wide middle, letting out a soft hum as the marksman’s brows furrowed before relaxing again, a low growl coming from his chest that vibrated the doctor’s body with the sound. He couldn’t help but giggle. “Good morning, plover-darling,” Sniper’s voice was thick and groggy-sounding, burying his face against his beloved’s soft breasts as he groaned happily. Not even he wanted to get up.
“Guten morgen, knuddelkrok!” Ludwig cooed, being unable to help himself; he let out a giggle and leaned down and pressed a kiss on the bushman’s brow, feeling him smile warmly against his chest as he shyly buried his face between his breasts as though to hide from the affection. That wasn’t likely, though; Sniper never shied away from his affection. The petname had definitely flustered him!
“It’s cuddle bug , isn’t it?” Sniper asked with a yawn, raising his head and turning his face away from the doctor as he did so. Medic had discovered that his beloved survivalist was a bit sheepish about his morning breath, despite his impressive oral hygiene. It made him giggle and sigh fondly as he got a good glimpse of those sharp canines that he so-adored. He hummed thoughtfully at Sniper’s question, burying his face in his soft brown hair and feeling his taller lover stretch languidly in his arms until his legs shook. He watched his rear muscles and shoulder muscles squeeze before relaxing again, biting his own lip as he felt his neck get warm.
“Hmm? You’re no bug!” Medic laughed jovially, as though the question was ridiculous. He cupped Sniper’s face in both of his large palms and smiled as he felt his beloved rest his face completely in his grasp, brown eyes fluttering closed again as he let out a low purr. “You’re my handsome krokodil,” he sighed fondly. Delicately craning the marksman’s neck upwards, he took his lips in a soft kiss, giggling as he felt Sniper’s arms coiling around him tighter, a pleased purr sounding off low in his belly that made Medic’s toes curl. "My snuggledile! Cuddlecroc?" He giggled, pleased with himself as he planted a bigger kiss onto Michael's chapped lips, running his tongue over the rough skin with a satisfied smile.
“Yeah, well, better turn'im loose, pidge. Gonna start on brekkie,” he sighed, seeming to lament the idea of leaving his position in Medic’s arms. The doctor giggled deviously and squeezed him tighter against him, refusing to let him go. Sniper chuckled, low in his chest, and hummed. “Oh, I see. What do you reckon you’re going to have to eat, then, hmm?” He purred, looking up at Medic with an inquisitive look as a crooked smirk slid onto his features.
Medic had clearly been waiting for him to ask. He flipped Sniper onto his back with a giggle and ran his nose slowly down his neck, chest, belly… the marksman’s stomach puffed out as he purred happily, lazily hooking a leg over one of Medic’s shoulders as he was met with a devious smirk from the doctor.
“Give me just a moment, and you’ll find out! Hoo !”