boo!

Leon — your boyfriend, lay in complete peace on the white sheets while his body was lightly covered with a soft blanket, fluffy locks of blond hair in a tangled manner spread out on the soft pillow while his quiet snoring caused some strands that fell along his face to move after his measured breathing.

bare chest moves in time with each slow breath, while your gaze clung to the lines of his muscles and pronounced collarbones on slightly tanned skin, gradually sliding your gaze to his rather thin waist and the line of his hips, low set boxers with an elastic band by brand name «calvin klein» are visible from under the gray fabric of his home sweatpants, hiding further under the covers.

your arm moves almost automatically and you draw a line from his shoulder down to his elbow, causing him to flinch slightly from the slight tickling and change his position in bed, making him draw out a small sigh and quiet growl, hiding his hands under the pillow and more comfortably crushing it under his head to continue enjoy his long awaited weekend.

a chuckle slips from your lips following his sounds of displeasure, and you run your hand along his waist to outline it and press yourself closer to his body, letting him feel how his skin blooms in hot lines under the pads of your warm fingers, enveloping warmth in the same second when you crawl up to his sleeping figure to a comfortable closeness, continuing to trace his body with your touches as if carving a marble statue.

— «Hmm, it tickles..»

he hums sleepily, his voice deep and guttural just like the words that come out more like a little growl, and you giggle again loosely, one of the many things he can't resist is the way your laughter caresses his ears in the most charming way, and he slowly turns around to face you as his arms protrude from under the pillow and place a light weight on your waist to press you against his chest on his own, forcing your legs to entwine together under the soft fabric of the blanket.

a radiant smile takes place on your lips, fingers find their own place in his thick strands of fluffy hair, tangled between them and in stroking movements squeezing them somewhere on the back of his head, pulling out from his lips a sound that more reminded you of a cat's purr, a demanding sound that in itself tells you how pleased he is with everything that is happening, and you are glad to give him this moment of pleasure, leaving a soft kiss on the tip of his nose

— «Love you too much, Leon»

your voice is a literal whisper, as if trying to keep the silence of the early morning while your other hand is also hiding in his hair, spudding him with pleasant strokes and scratches, watching how the corners of his lips intuitively bend in the most tender smile for you, while his long eyelashes tremble and flutter after his eyes opened, revealing to you a view of his blue and penetrating eyes, all the purity and kindness of his human nature was reflected in his sky blue eyes, and with the appearance of the sun, numerous bunnies began to play in them at all — the reflected rays of the morning ascent.

he looks sleepy and still habitually tired as you run your finger over the dark circles under his thin skin of eyes, seeing how he smiles wider and thus makes you smile back at him before you feel his lips close to your with gooey kiss, delighting you with the feeling of his native warm lips, while he lightly presses his fingers on your waist as if holding you in place, tangling his fingers in your hair in response, kindly feeling the softness of the strands and squeezing them slightly, slightly tilting your head for greater comfort of his tongue pushing through your peach lips, the skin on the cheeks takes on the usual pinkish tint and you somehow exhale with relief, enjoying the way his tongue intertwines with yours in a smooth dance of blossoming warmth in the chest, savoring the familiar sensations before he recoiling and kissing you smeared on the jaw line, again pulling a giggle out of you, watching as he looks at you more cheerfully, muttering viscous

— «Love you too, you just don't understand how much, sweetheart»

you slowly nod, burying your face somewhere in the crook of his neck, letting his aroma fill your nostrils and lungs, provoking fluttering butterflies to swirl from your favorite feeling of comfort, to some extent he is right, you will never know how much he loves you because you did not experience what he experienced — faced with horrors and nightmares that an ordinary person obviously did not dream of, and if they could, then in the most terrible nightmares.

but you are next to him, being for him not only a loved one, but also someone who gives him a feeling of landing and absolute calmness — confidence that no matter what happens to him, no matter how much his knees begin to give way from the oppressive feeling of helplessness and fatigue somewhere between his ribs, strangling with the craving of vile memories and tearing in half the once darned deep inside trauma, you will be here, in a place where you are both safe and where he can always return to drown in a captivating sense of bliss.

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