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Artem doesn’t think the warm sun rays on his feet are what wake him up in a cold late January morning. And it’s not how late he’s waking up on a weekend. It’s not the body pressed to him either; but the hands of it’s owner gently making circles on his back.

Artem takes a deep breath, and sighs quietly; causing the man whose chest Artem lies his head on to vibrate as Vyn spoke. “Good morning Arty.” Artem stiffs temporarily, and scrunches his nose as he softly groans. Vyn chuckles at the other’s embarrassment; as he had met Artem’s parents not long ago. His mother at this age calling him Arty still.

“.. morning… what time is it?” Artem’s voice isn’t as raspy as usual, instead it’s smooth. “It’s already half past 9” Vyn answers, cradling Artem’s head closer to his chest and kisses the top of it continuously and slowly, causing Artem to relax more; not wanting to get up. “It’s already that late?” Artem sighs annoyed.

Vyn pauses, for a few seconds, then takes a small breath “It is okay to sleep in on your days off Artem. You already wake up very early, and overwork into the night on your work days.” Artem moves his head so his face is not seen, probably flustered because of how serious Vyn’s voice became. “If your body wants to sleep in, sleep in.” He pats Artem’s head, scratching it and playing with his hair “..Understood?” “Yeah” Artem sure isn’t one to say any ‘slang’ words, he’d rather his responses are clear. But when he’s embarrassed and wants it to end already, expect him to try to lessen it by speaking in such a way.

Vyn, however won’t let it pass from the moment Artem wakes up. He gets a hold of Artem’s chin with the hand that was once playing with his hair, to -unexpectedly to anyone that isn’t Artem- strongly lift his face to lock eyes. “Understood?” He repeats, and Artem flutters his eyelashes a little, unable to look away. “Yes. Understood.” He says with a pout, Vyn smiles softly “What an attitude.” “I don’t have such a thing.” “Don’t worry, I think it’s adorable on you.” And Vyn was right. Artem was a nerdy perfect student, a good quiet son to his parents, and a strict yet forgiving boss of his department. To see him finally act human, Vyn finds it adorable.

I don’t agree with Vyn on much, reader.. But I have to say this is something not many would disagree on; if any at all.

Vyn holds Artem and continues tracing the slightly taller man’s back, -barely 4 centimeters, Vyn asks me to add- calling a breakfast delivery so neither him nor Artem would have to get up; The doctor gets back to kissing the -barely 4 centimeters!- taller man. His hands falling to Arty’s sides, pushing him u so he could kiss his adams apple-

his neck-

his collarbones-

his shoulders- “Ah..”

and there it goes. Vyn’s sanity and self control, right out the window. Years of self observation and training; at the sound of the -ba-- okay. You get it.- his sigh alone makes Vyn want to commit horrendous crimes.

Vyn pulls Artem in deeper, leaving love signs all over his sweet spots on the neck, going down his chest, Artem singing songs with those moans -don’t imagine that actually- as Vyn goes around his nerve ends -why do I write like this- almost touching it every time, almoooost. Artem loses his mind, his moans becoming desperate pants as he digs his nails into Vyn’s shoulders to bring him up weakly. Pants become whines and Vyn delights in Artem’s misery up until-

Ding Dong.

Vyn backs off, his tongue out and teeth looking sharper than ever in a blood curling smile, for a second Artem sees it blurry, the second it’s disappeared and Vyn’s a doctor again, wearing his glasses and standing up to a flushed, teary eyed Artem. He gives him a sweet gentle smile, and Artem thinks he’s done teasing him just as he says “Come on. Come have breakfast.”

Leaving Artem behind, completely dumbfounded, wears his robe and goes to get it as it rings a second time indicating an impatient delivery guy. Artem lays spread, semi-hard on a wrinkled bed sheet. Marks and bruises left from last night, staring at the ceiling. He gets up, washes his face in cold water, wears his robe and goes down to greet Vyn with yet another pout and sulk.