Sunlight stripes Sonny’s skin, coming through the blinds that don’t quite touch and cutting shaded gold and soft cream into pieces across his bare chest. He seems to glow a little in the soft morning light, and when he shifts a beam falls across his eyes. With a groan, he covers his face with his arm and draws himself out of sleep.
“Time ‘s it?” He asks groggily.
You glance at the clock. “About eight. Thought you could use the sleep.”
“Thanks doll.” A little smile tilts the corners of his mouth up. “Can I get a good morning kiss?”
He scrunches his lips and laughs at you, only to hiss when you pull his arm off his face. Before he can complain, you pepper kisses over his cheeks, eyelids, temples, and finally his lips. When he looks at you again, it’s with a lazy, but content, grin.
Sunlight and Sonny please
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