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Lea loves sleeping in. He could sleep till the mornings are turning into midday and the birds have stopped singing for hours. He loves it so much that Roxas is usually the one to drag him out of bed. In the sweetest way, of course. He surprises him with kisses and rubs, and brings him his favorite breakfast in bed. And more often than not, they just spend the morning cuddling.
Lea loves it when Roxas wakes him up. He loves it and he will never admit it. He won’t ever be caught saying that sometimes he fakes being asleep because he wants to feel Roxas’s kisses on his skin. On his neck and shoulders and on the way down his spine. He starts faking it more frequently and won’t budge until he has had enough. Roxas can never find out.
One morning, Lea wakes up to find Roxas still sleeping. It’s a surprise, surely. But it’s soon taken away by the splendor that is a sleeping Roxas. He is a sight. With fluffy, ruffled tufts of hair hanging loose on the pillow. Serene and sweet and reddened cheeks. Lea thinks there’s nothing more beautiful in all the universes. Lea wants to cuddle him in his arms, cuddle with him. Play under the sheets like those lazy mornings he adores spending with his Roxas. So Lea calls Roxas’s name, he whispers it loudly enough that only Roxas can hear him.
Roxas snores.
Then, Lea with the most care shakes him a little and calls his name again.
Nothing.
He takes Roxas’s pillow away; he threatens to sell all Roxas’s collection of ice cream sticks. He tries everything. Roxas won't budge.
Lea has an idea. Slowly, he crouches like a cat and crawls and then—Smack!! One surprise kiss!
That does something. Roxas stirs slightly.
Alright then. Lea can work with this.
He snuggles close, wraps his arms around the diminutive body, nuzzles into Roxas's nape where the ends of Roxas’s locks tickle his nose.
Roxas murmurs softly.
Smirking and sneering, Lea gently presses his lips on Roxas's nape.
Two.
Roxas moans.
Lea smiles because now he knows he's on the right path. He presses his lips on Roxas's cheek and again, right below on his jaw.
Three. Four.
Roxas grumbles something Lea can't make out.
With more confidence though, Lea snuggles even closer and gives Roxas two sounding smooch on each side of his neck.
Five. Six.
Roxas sighs and shifts and he looks very relaxed. Lea is sure he saw a smile appear on those plump lips.
Lea is now lying on Roxas, holding the sleepy man tightly in his arm. Containing a cackle with difficulty, Lea leans in and kisses Roxas on one temple, on his forehead, on the other cheek and, lastly, on his nose.
Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten.
Each kiss is sweet and slow. Lips linger a little before moving on to the next spot.
Roxas's eyelids move and twitch but still refuse to open. Lea is amused. He chuckles and softly strokes the blond locks between his fingers; he weaves into them and his heart is full. "What to do with you.." He whispers. He feels the fluttering heartbeats beneath his own. They flap like butterflies and sing like robins.
Sluggishly, Lea leans in one last time. He rests his lips on the warm ones. Molding, taking their shape.
Eleven.
He doesn't know how long it lasts. Maybe until he's out of breath. He leans back slightly, lips still brushing against Roxas. Inhaling Roxas's sweet sweat and bathing in his warmth. He presses another lingering kiss.
Twelve.
—
Roxas stirs and opens his eyes in the light. He sees shining emerald eyes smiling at him. The tips of long flaming hair tickle his skin. Fingers brush his hair and cheeks. He sees Axel, sparkling in the sun that seeps in from the blinds like the rarest diamond. He hears the joyous beat of a strong heart full of love. He’s flooded with it and wants to drown in Axel’s love.
Between heavy eyelids still filled with sleep, he watches the perfect face getting closer and closer and closer..
Thirteen.
… and he knows he won.
-End☀️