Morning came, gently overshadowing the dusky hue of the previous night. Kaelith and Leonhardt lay sprawled across the bed, fast asleep after their sinful deed. The room was still and quiet, holding remnants of passion and warmth.
Soon, Kaelith stirred from his sleep, his body shifting as his hands moved slowly to free himself from Leonhardt's strong and possessive hold. He sat upright and sighed loudly, the sound carrying weight and drawing attention.
That sigh managed to reach Leonhardt, who had still been lingering in the haze of sleep. Sensing movement, and seeing Kaelith now seated beside him, he stretched out his arms and pulled Kaelith back toward him. His hand now rested firmly on Kaelith's waist.
Kaelith's face scrunched up in discomfort at the sudden hold, and he tried to shrug off Leonhardt's grasp but it wasn't easy. His hands fumbled, wrestling against Leonhardt's unyielding grip. His lips tightened into a line as he struggled to escape.
