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Momo blinks back the blurry call of sleep, morning was pulling at his eyes lids attempting to guide him forth with a new day. It was at most six or seven, the room was slightly chilly from influence from the outside air.
A yawn released itself from his mouth as he stretched his arms outwards, adjusting his shoulders and neck. It didn’t take long for him to gaze down towards the sole individual sleeping beside him. This man was pure and beautiful like the snow he was named after, embraced by the sun’s rays like a glimmering star. “Darling…”
This gentle call was usually too weak to arouse Yuki from his sleep on most days, yet today was not to be met with the same fate. Yuki’s lashes fluttered softly at the call, as his tired eyes met Momo’s. Although exhausted, Momo’s radiant energy was enough to reinvigorate him. A soft grin broke through his tired exterior, “Honey….”
Slow to rise, Yuki approached Momo’s face with his own. Although attempting to go for a kiss, the usually late riser Yuki’s body refused to fully comply and instead his forehead planted into Momo’s. “Gwah!”
Both men let out a similar sound of shock, Momo planted a hand to his forehead to rub the landing spot, Yuki could only watch in full enamor. The stare was short lived as Yuki felt a pair of strong hands touch his face, tenderly wrapping each finger upon his cheekbones, “Are you okay Yuki?”
Yuki was bewildered by the urgent yet unsure tone of Momo, he was so used to the loud and exuberant man who would fawn over him. That this gentle voice was a rarity. Yet not an unwelcome one, he falls into the hold, returning it with one of his own palms. Yuki feels the edges of his mouth rise, a smile “I am, Momo.”
Momo greets his grin with one back, they pull into each other as they share a tender kiss. Yuki felt as if all the worries of the world and morning fatigue had left him instantly. It was for a mere moment but felt like a wondrous eternity.
Pushing back, Re:vale gazed into each other’s eyes with longing. Momo was blushing furiously, frozen by his own excitement. Yuki softly laughs and reaches over, putting his head into the crock of Momo’s neck. Pulling Momo’s arms over his body felt like a true thing, a very lovely feeling.
Finally returning to earth, Momo tightened his hold and kisses Yuki’s forehead.
Looking to Yuki all Momo could see was his partner no, his treasure. As for Yuki it was about the same.