"Can you two save the fighting for a more acceptable hour?" Sylus grumbles, shoving his face back into his pillow.
"He's suffocating me," Rafayel wheezes. You barely hold back an amused smile at the wagging tail that gently brushes your leg.
All of your partners has their sleeping preferences, and Valko's just happens to be sleeping directly on top of everyone. That would be fine, if not for the fact he's a huge, solid mass of muscle.
"Can't help it," Valko mumbles sleepily. When you pull your head from Xavier's chest and peek your eyes open, squinting against the early morning light, he shoves his nose in Rafayel's neck and inhales deeply. "You smell so good."
"And you can't sniff me quietly? From a distance?" Rafayel asks, sounding less annoyed and more sleepy, pushing Valko around until he's in an acceptable position on top of him.
"'s not the same," Valko says, words muffled against Rafayel's skin. "Need to drown in it."
The door quietly opens as Zayne strolls in, already dressed in a button-up shirt and black slacks, five sets of sleepy eyes dragging over his figure. He takes his watch from the dresser and glances over his shoulder as he secures it around his waist, freezing as five sets of sleepy eyes look back at him. "You're all awake."
"Yeah," Caleb says, shoving a pillow over his head, fully prepared to go right back to sleep.
A loud, shrill ring cuts through the room, drawing groans from everyone.
"Five more minutes," Xavier mumbles against your hair, while Caleb desperately slaps at the alarm clock until it's quiet.
"The last time you said that, we were ten minutes late," you say, pushing yourself from his embrace, expertly batting away the hands that grab at you as you sit up.
"Good morning, my loves," Zayne says, an amused smile on his face.
He gets nothing more than groans and mumbles in response.
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