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III was woken up by the warm rays of sun beaming on his face and was now admiring IV sleeping next to him - he looked so peaceful and cozy, all curled up in his favorite blanket. As much as he loved the image in front of him, III was craving a big cup of freshly brewed coffee, so he made the hard decision to tear himself from the comfy bed and make his way to the kitchen. Despite his efforts to sneak away, the moment he sat up on the edge of the bed he heard shuffling behind him.
“III…” he heard IV mumble but didn’t answer him, hoping his lover was still half asleep
“Please stay…” the raspy sleepy voice continued as he felt a warm hand wrap around his forearm
He turned around and was struck by the most heartwarming sight - IV looking at him with eyes half open, messy hair, pillow marks on one of his rosy cheeks and a lazy smile on his pretty lips. III’s urge to get back in bed was already starting to kick in.
“Morning kiss or I perish…” IV added, looking up at him with puppy eyes. III chuckled at how dramatic and needy IV was whenever he woke up, but deep inside he found that extremely endearing.
He leaned towards IV and quickly brushed his lips against his. This only earned him another groan from his beloved.
“That was barely a kiss, I need more. And cuddles.” III didn’t think it was possible, but somehow the look in IV’s eyes got even softer as he followed with “Pretty please?”
“IV…” at the mention of his name, the guitarist shot him somewhat of a hurt look
“IV, come on. We should get up.” III didn’t seem to notice it so he continued
In a heartbeat, the hand around his forearm was gone and with a big whine, IV turned his back to him and buried his head under the blanket. III missed the warm feeling of IV’s soft fingers and felt a bit puzzled by his reaction.
Testing the waters, he called his name again.
“IV?” another muffled discontent whine came from under the blanket. And then it hit him. A wide grin started to form on his face once he realized what was going on.
Kneeling on the bed, III gently grabbed the bundled blanket in front of him and slowly turned IV on his back. He then straddled him and tugged the blanket off his head. IV’s hair was even messier now and the bassist had to fight the need to run his fingers through it.
“IV, what’s wrong?” he teased
He noticed a crease form between IV’s eyebrows and his lips getting even poutier. III wanted to kiss that pout until they were both breathless. He refrained.
IV tried to wiggle from under him, but the blonde man had other plans. He leaned down towards him until they were eye to eye.
“Are you mad because I called you IV?” the only answer he got was a quiet hmph. “You know I didn’t mean to upset you” III leaned even lower and kissed his collarbone, smiling as he inhaled IV’s faint lavender scent
“Come on, pretty boy, forgive me” IV felt soft lips pressed to the side of his neck
“My sweet love..” III gave him another tender kiss to his jawline and moved closer to his ear to finally whisper “My Ivy”
Hearing his favourite term of endearment, Ivy’s whine turned needy. As III was getting back up, he felt the other grab his hand and watched as his darling boy brought his wrist up to his pretty lips, slowly leaving a trail of kisses from the inner wrist up to his knuckles and ending with a soft kiss to his palm. The moment felt so intimate that III suddenly felt an overwhelming amount of love flood him.
“I love you” he said before giving Ivy his long-awaited kiss
“I love you the most” the guitarist replied, a look of content now visible on his still sleepy face
Once again, III stood no chance against his favorite boy’s charm so he lay back down on the bed, pulling Ivy against his chest to cuddle for a bit longer.