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nonsexual acts of intimacy | accepting!
a quiet morning ( much like the rest this week ) is filled with the aroma of coffee. freshly brewed whilst Light occupies his minute with the buttons on the cuffs of his well pressed shirt. taking two cups from the cupboard above the coffee pot , he prepares both his and augustine’s coffee.it may have been the soft ruckus preparing his day just prior to setting off for work , or the robust scent filling their home that wakes a sleepy head that would not admit he was ever tired. tousled curls all nestled with volume atop his head , augustine looks as groggy as he sounds when asking what Light had been up to. ‘ making your coffee. ‘ for an early morning Light easily wears a soft charming simper ‘pon his lips.handing off the well loved and prepared cup of joe to a waking artist , Light sips from his own mug. ‘ you don’t have to wake up every morning with me. ‘ he murmurs , lips sealing over the brim of porcelain for another sip of dark brewed beans.
pale emeralds peer through the hanging wisps of dark curls , and his own scintillating amber gaze captures that soft look of morning affection from his partner. ‘ yes i do. ‘ comes the response after his first taste of coffee , perfectly prepared by Light. no he didn’t , Light could have argued ( though he wouldn’t ). the next few moments are spent in tranquil company , warm smiles shared through sips of coffee and gentle eyes taking in how they could enjoy something simple from life.placing an empty mug into the sink , Light picks his sport coat up from the kitchen chair he slung it over ‘ i’ll text you later. ‘ he begins to say , heading toward the door to leave. he is followed in pursuit , soft patter from augustine’s bare foot falls trailing from behind. ‘ but first … ‘ a soft interjection passes the artist’s lips. slightly choked by the tug on his tie , augustine pulled Light down with ease ( the elder hadn’t forgotten , augustine’s eagerness merely beat Light to it ) , and he pressed ‘pon his tip toes to meet his significant’s lips.Light’s initial alerted stare melted into something much softer , lids momentarily slipping closed whilst he enjoyed partaking in the tender meeting of their lips. the sensation racing a flutter through his chest and more so when Light had felt the weight of augustine’s hand slip from the hold on his tie.
