#kevinmoon

“Sorry Y/N,” he murmurs when you gently lift your head so he can wriggle his limb out. You mumble out a few words to state that it’s okay, turning on your other side to catch a few additional minutes of precious sleep. Kevin’s arms find their way around yours, spooning you in his hold and enveloping you once more in that pool of warmth that you can’t help but snuggle even further into.

He chuckles, nose ghosting along the side of your neck when he presses a small kiss there.

“What time is it?” comes your soft mumble, barely coherent falling from your lips. He understand though, as he always does, and replies, “it’s only nine. We’ve got all morning.” 

“When is that brunch again?” 

“Eleven-ish. It’s casual. We don’t have to be on time.” 

You hum your agreement before turning back to bury your face into his neck this time, eliciting yet another chuckle from the said man. One of his hands trail gentle caresses across your back and you shiver at the contact, delicious heat tingling your flesh at his touch.

You try falling back into sleep. You really do. Except, it’s harder when you can feel Kevin’s eyes tracing your every feature like you’re a specimen under a microscope. Without opening your eyes, you mumble, “stop staring at me.” 

Kevin laughs softly, using his other hand to push your hair off your face, "why not?” 

“It makes me uncomfortable and I can’t sleep.” 

"But you’re so pretty~” he singsongs. That causes you to nudge him playfully and a chuckle rumbles through his chest, “shut up Kev.” 

Without warning, you feel his lips press against yours. Butterflies spring through your stomach, cheeks reddening while your eyes flutter open in surprise.

“What--” you swallow thickly as you take in the tender smile curving the edges of his lips, “what was that for?” 

He shrugs and leans once more to kiss your cheek, moving to your jaw, down your neck. Your body responds even when your mind is half-asleep, already curving into his hard frame like it’s meant to be there as your heart pumps with anticipation, while Kevin’s other arm slithers around your waist to pull you closer.

He scatters another rain of kisses across your cheek, before he moves up to your ear and nibbles onto the tip. You suck in a breath. 

“Want breakfast?” He breathes, causing you to shudder as his words send electricity running down your spine. 

You nod soundlessly for you don’t trust your voice at this moment. But before you can do anything else, Kevin suddenly hoists himself up to hover over your body, legs trapping you on either side while his arms pin your arms to the bed. You open your mouth to protest that you’re hungry, only for these words to be kissed away by none other than Kevin Moon’s mouth slanting right atop yours.

Slow mornings are always wonderful with Kevin at your side; his kisses long and patient, moving slowly over yours in a way that makes your heart melt and your insides to tangle up with growing heat as you slowly move along with him. Kissing back while lacing your arms around his neck, you feel his smile against your mouth and smile right back. He continues on kissing you, lingering a little more each time, until his tongue finally delves into your mouth and his hands grip your waist to pull you closer. 

You gasp at the sensation of his hard frame against yours, hips unintentionally bucking up and causing a soft groan to fall from Kevin’s mouth. He rolls his hips back, teeth latching onto your bottom lip and suckling, while your hands trail through his hair, grasp at his dark strands and tug when desire starts pooling through your stomach.

When you part for air, Kevin takes this chance to imprint a soft kiss at your temple while murmuring a soft, “I love you.” 

Your heart practically ricochets up your throat when a soft giggle escapes your mouth. You repeat what he says, loving the way his eyes light up and disappear into crescents so adorable that you can’t help yourself from kissing the underside of his jaw.

A soft laugh rumbles through his chest. He catches your hand before pressing it against his cheek, still smiling down at you, “that,” he shoots you a look, “all of that is mine.”

You raise a brow, “you mean it’s mine.” 

“Nu-uh,” he drops a kiss to your palm, “that’s mine.” 

Your hand reaches out, pressing against his chest where his heart beats in sync with yours. Looking into his eyes, you murmur, “that is mine.” 

A grin blossoms across his features, “that’s yours.”