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It’s dark when he stirs.
In the darkness Jakob can’t see where the bodies are, but he can feel them. He can feel the warmth from them. There’s four hands upon him. He assumes two belong to Axel, and the others to Kevin. He feels warmth breath on his neck, one of them must be behind him, one of them in front. The heap they’ve settled in difficult to untangle in the dark. His arms are trapped, he can’t feel his way around either. Some arms are loosey flung upon him, some are tightly wrapped. There’s a leg over one of his, and one between them.
A warm hand begins to roam. Jakob doesn’t know who it belongs too – it wouldn’t matter if he did either: he’d react the same way. He can only enjoy the touch.
Lips kiss his, softly, gently. Jakob doesn’t know whose lips they are, he kisses them back, a little lazy in his approach: he’s sleepy.
There’s a taste of coffee, very faintly – a drink finished hours ago. It doesn’t help him identify his mystery kisser. Both Axel and Kevin drink coffee.
He hums; no name to mumble.
What a gift worth waking up to.