Dragon Age Kiss Week, Day One: Morning
“Good morning to you too, Lucanis,” Rook says softly, the large mug in his hand now empty.
Lucanis mumbles in coherently, kissing the scar right on his clavicle.
Rook smiles in amusement, hand gently resting on the Talon’s wrist when he lazily wraps an arm around his waist.
“It’s early,” Lucanis finally murmurs out.
“Yes, I supposed it is," he comments, noticing how little light peeks through. To be fair, he had a long day yesterday and was asleep before sunset. "Do you want me to come back to bed?”
Another kiss over the same scar, beard scratching against the sensitive skin. He's starting to nuzzle, Rook realizes, and it's making the man behind him a little flustered. It's so sweet, it makes his heart pound. “I sleep better with you there.”
Rook turns his head to press a chaste kiss to his forehead. “Okay.”
Who was Rook to deny him when he touches him like this?
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