#stareeeee

He lays bare under thin sheets. Heavenly form splayed with such carelessness, curled locks splayed around him. Almost perfect if it weren’t for unruly imperfections, scars that ached that stretched on every ripple of muscle.

It was the softness of lips pressing against his own that stirred him, Lids peered before shutting, the sun was too bright, too eager to awaken someone who wished for more sleep. He mumbled something incoherent, body inching closer seeking for the others' warmth.  

Would she mind if he nestled on top, with his weight pressing against a smaller form sinking her further into the mattress? The absence of clothes making it more intimate, but they had been much more closer last night this was nothing to be bashful for. He nested there, inching lower adding at least some comfort for his wife. Tyki pressed against the softness of her breasts, finally waking from his stupor.