1 with Leon and makoto?
haha totally didnt forget about this finger guns
1. good morning kiss
Warm golden rays filtered through the blinds of the studio apartment on the 13th floor. As they fell upon eyes smudged with unwashed eyeliner, a soft groan escaped the lips belonging to the same man. With a mostly-asleep mindset, he smacked at the air in search of a snooze button, wanting five more minutes. The attempts were futile, obviously, but the punk eventually found solace in flipping over and burying his face into a fluffy pillow. He noticed with a whine the lack of small presences next to him, but didn’t think much of it as he drifted off into a lighter sleep.
The punk was woken up again by sunshine again, though in a more physical form. He grunted softly when he felt someone sit on him, straddling his hips as they got comfortable and leaned down. As he woke from the contact, the smell of freshly baked pastries hit his nose and his lips twisted into a smile. He felt thin fingers interlock with his own, before soft lips pressed against his own. Without a second thought he kissed back against the familiar lips, his eyes cracking open to meet the tanned skin of his lover. After a bit, the smaller man slowly pulled away and smiled down at him. “Morning, Leon.”
Leon pulled his hands away from the other’s to reach up and thread his fingers through the man’s fine brown hair. “Mornin, ‘Koto. Is that breakfast I smell?”
“Mhm! Cinnamon buns!” Makoto leaned down again and pressed his lips to Leon’s again, before pulling away to pepper kisses along the waking man’s cheeks.
“Aw, man, it isn’t you?” Leon gave him a sly grin as the hopeful man kissed the corner of his mouth. At his words, he huffed and sat up.
“Oh, shush it! Now c’mon, before they get cold.” He rolled off, and Leon sat up, smiling as his husband pulled him out of bed and into the kitchen.
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