Nov 27, 2025
birthday kisses, sylnatz
“Good morning.” Sylvain props himself up an on an elbow, red waves a tousled heap.
Ignatz blinks, laughs softly at the tufts of hair, then feels his cheeks scorch at the pleasant memory of the previous evening. He’s less embarrassed than enthusiastic about repeating the experience, though, and he gives Sylvain a long look.
Ignatz barely gets out a responsive “good morning” himself, before eager lips claim his own.
(thank you @doop-doop2 and sorry this took so long!)
