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Leon blinks sleepily back into consciousness, warm sunlight spilling in through the gap in the curtains to dapple the cottony bedsheets in front of his face in the warm gold of morning. Muscles lax and comfortable, Leon sighs, burrowing his head in the pillow before attempting to roll to his right side. As soon as he tries, though, two large, burly arms squeeze tightly where they've been wrapped around his waist and chest, a seat belt of warm flesh and powerful forearms. Krauser. Leon lets himself relax again, melting sleepily against the solid chest behind him for a long moment. It's nice, but Leon can already feel himself getting far too hot beneath the sun's gaze, pushing experimentally at the heavy limbs in a futile attempt to escape. It's no use. Krauser grumbles in his sleep, clutching him even tighter to his chest, and Leon can only laugh in exasperation.
"You're too hot," he protests, trying and failing to slip his hands beneath the iron bands that are Krauser's arms. "All big and sweaty. Get off of me."
"Mm… no," Krauser mumbles, voice husky with sleep. He presses a kiss to the back of Leon's hair, lips lingering close. Hot breath ghosts over Leon's neck, a pleasant shiver running through him despite the heat. Krauser's arms drag him down to the mattress, big, heavy biceps flexing under Leon's touch. Hands the size of wildcat paws squeeze his side and collarbone where they've settled during the night, Krauser's fingers kneading lightly into Leon's skin. Leon redoubles his efforts, straining to pull away—only for Krauser to actually growl , a low noise rumbling from his throat in warning.
"Jack—" Leon starts, quickly interrupted by a rough, callused hand lifting away from his chest to swipe over his face. Leon sputters as Krauser laughs quietly behind him, grabbing hold of Krauser's wrist before he can restrain him again. Playfully, Krauser curls a finger into a soft strand of Leon's hair, tugging gently when Leon tries to wiggle out of his arms. With a huff of exaggerated frustration, Leon relents. He wriggles until he's on his back, Krauser's arm loosening just slightly around his waist when he realizes that Leon isn't trying to get away.
There's a small smile on Krauser's lips when Leon rolls to face him, the small patch of scar tissue on his bottom lip quirking it to the side. His eyes are still closed, white-blonde hair mussed in the morning light, and Leon takes a moment to marvel at the vast expanse of rippling muscle in front of him. They're both still naked from last night, the skin-on-skin contact soothing something deep down in Leon's chest. He sighs. Krauser's heavy palm settles on the curve of his spine again, eyes slitting just slightly open before he's yanking Leon forwards again, clutching him so tightly to his chest that Leon is forced to bury his face in the column of Krauser's neck.
Clever. Leon struggles to no avail, swiping the flat of his tongue over Krauser's throat in revenge. He tastes like salt and fresh-scented soap from the shower, Adam's apple bobbing with a protest as Krauser makes a low noise, frowning at Leon when they part again. There's no real malice behind his gaze, though, so Leon just laughs, leveraging his hands against Krauser's firm pecs.
"Let me up. I'm getting thirsty."
Krauser cracks open an eye fully this time, the clear blue of his iris suggesting he's been awake for a lot longer than a minute or two. His lips are warm when he kisses Leon's forehead, and just like that Leon gives up again to loll into the softness of his mouth. Maybe he can stay for a little bit longer.