MIKO
Warmth.
That's what I register first when I start waking up.
Warmth coming from the body in front of me, and then the scent. I know that scent; I love that scent.
My nose is buried in his hair, hands tightening around the hold I have around him, and Jude shifts in his sleep, pushing back, and a groan catches in my throat. In the middle of the night, just like every other night, I ended up spooning him.
One hand underneath his head, the other around his waist, and my cock, in between his thighs, right beneath the curve of his ass.
I open my eyes slowly, registering the morning heat clinging to my body, the way my cock is hard, heavy, and probably leaking, my eye falling on the boy next to me, still asleep peacefully.
His hair is splayed on the pillow and my arm underneath, shoulders rising and falling with every breath.
