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It was a carefully thought out plan. One that had taken root in Gyro’s mind and had spread like a wildfire throughout his psyche when, for once, Gyro was the first to rise that morning. “Fenton…” Gyro whispered into his ear, his beak lightly preening the feathers of his neck as he worked to drag Fenton out of sleep. Fenton groaned in response, his eyes squeezing tighter as he shifted more into Gyro’s gentle touch.
“Noooo.” Fenton’s response was dragged out and slurred, struggling to keep his eyes close and ward off the invading light that threatened them from the crack in the curtains.
But Gyro persisted, peppering Fenton's face with quick, gentle kisses until finally, with a resigned sigh, Fenton cracked open one eye. The sight that greeted him was Gyro's bright and eager expression, filled with a mischievous glint that Fenton knew all too well. With a groan, he sat up in bed and rubbed his eyes tiredly.
"Alright, what's the big plan this time?" Fenton asked, his voice laced with both amusement and a hint of curiosity as he looked at Gyro expectantly.
Gyro's grin widened as he held out a tray with two steaming mugs of coffee and a plate of freshly baked pastries. "Breakfast in bed for my favorite person in the whole world," Gyro declared, his eyes sparkling with affection as he watched Fenton's expression shift from sleepy to delighted.
Fenton couldn't help but chuckle at Gyro's antics, feeling warmth spread through his chest at the simple yet thoughtful gesture. He reached for one of the mugs, taking a sip of the fragrant coffee before turning to Gyro with a soft smile. "You never cease to surprise me, Gyro," he said, his voice filled with fondness, “I can’t beleive you…” He drifted off, his eyes flitting down the length of Gyro’s neck and noticing a familiar garment.
“Are you wearing my shirt?” he asked, taking in the familiar hue of the button up and the tie that hung in place under the collar.
Gyro chuckled sheepishly, a light blush dusting his feathers at being caught in Fenton's shirt. It had been part of his plan that day, but the response caught him almost off gaurd. "Well, I might have borrowed it without asking," he admitted, his eyes twinkling with mischief. Which was partly true, his shirt was wrinkled and balled up in the corner of their room whearas Fenton had somehow found time last night to drape it nicely over the chair, "But it looks better on me, don't you think?"he added, a smirk on his beak and a chuckle escaping his throat.
Fenton couldn't help but laugh at Gyro's playful antics, shaking his head in mock disapproval. "You're lucky it looks so good on you," he teased, reaching out to straighten the collar of the shirt where it sat a little crooked on Gyro's neck.
Gyro leaned into Fenton's touch, a soft smile playing on his beak as he gazed at Fenton with adoration. "Anything looks good when I'm wearing your clothes," Gyro said softly, his tone filled with sincerity.
Fenton's heart swelled at Gyro's words, feeling a rush of affection for the bird who had stolen his shirt and his heart. Leaning in, he pressed a soft kiss to Gyro's beak, his touch tender and filled with the depth of his feelings. "You have a way of making everything better, Gyro," Fenton murmured, his eyes locked with Gyro's in a silent exchange of love and understanding.
Gyro's gaze softened even more at Fenton's words, a warmth spreading through his chest that had nothing to do with the coffee in their mugs. He reached out to cup Fenton's cheek, his touch gentle and reassuring. "And you have a way of making me feel like I can conquer the world, Fenton," Gyro reploed, his voice barely above a breath as he leaned in to capture Fenton's beak in a sweet, lingering kiss.
They would finish rising in another moment, content with where they were now.