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Tomura was almost soft in the mornings, or at least as close to soft as someone like him could get. Soft groans at the prospect of waking, an eternal clinginess to warmth and comfort that you could do nothing to fight; he was always an adorable sight. But when you were in the center of it all, his hold languid and arms wrapped around you like a vice as he nuzzled contentedly into the juncture of your neck, it was so much better.
His room was calm, peaceful, as ambient light lit up the space in a cool glow and the soft contented sighs of Tomura constantly reminded you that you were really there, with him, waking up in your underclothes and sharing a rare experience of genuine soft intimacy. Laying back into the bed, relaxed, you moved your hand to gently run through his temptingly fluffy hair, your sleep-addled mind reminding you of summer clouds and blue cotton candy. Perhaps it was just the relaxed courage of a morning together, but you continued to massage at his scalp; you always did love his hair, and being able to finally play with it like you wanted to was a dream. As your nails gently scratched at his scalp, Tomura let out a ragged, muffled moan.
Apparently you weren’t the only one enjoying this.
Curious, you repeated the movement; just a gentle scratch to the back of his scalp as you ran your fingers through his hair. And just as before Tomura shuddered, letting out a moan as he clutched you tighter. Fuck, he was adorable like this. You could feel the way he pressed against you, relaxed yet clearly desperate for more, searching for closeness as if he wanted to ensure you could never leave or drift away from his hold. The more you touched him, your fingertips softly drifting over the nape of his neck to further down the length of his spine, the more you felt how badly he needed you there. Still both addled with sleep, you shifted, wanting to give in to him completely as you pliantly pressed yourself back into him, searching for belonging in the way your skin kissed his inside the tight embrace.
When Tomura shifted alongside you, trapping your leg between his thighs, you could feel just how badly he needed you there. You were trapped, caged in by his possessive touch as he rutted down onto you, a litany of praise and obsession leaving his lips without care as he whispered near your ear alongside his soft moans and desperate whimpers. And god he just felt so good like this, nothing but a blushing mess as he panted harshly into your shoulder, hot puffs of breath making you shiver as you’re surrounded by the warmth of his hold.
Each touch was like electricity on your skin, nerves coming alight as he used you so sweetly. His movement was stuttered as he ground down desperately, frenzied thrusts and cries devolving into slow languid rutting as if he can’t decide whether to enjoy the moment or give into his needs and desires. You welcomed it all; the heat of his length moving against you, making use of your willing body as he traped you beside him to do as he will, the symphony of sweet sounds leaving him as he cried out for the feeling of you, the desperate way he clings to your form as if you’re the only thing he needs, his to hold and to keep. Your own need may be left untouched, but when Tomura trembled so beautifully above you such things hardly seemed to matter.
The bed creaked as he lost himself in the feeling, nothing in his mind but you laying beneath him. Tomura was close, his movements erratic and body more tense as he chased release against you. Humming affectionately at the sight he made, you resumed running your hand through his hair, coaxing him along.
“Mmm. That’s it, you’re doing so good, Tomura, you’re so pretty like this,” each word to leave your mouth was accompanied by his desperate whines, Tomura sounding as lost as the dazed and pleading look in his eyes made him look while he stared up at you with a furrowed brow, “are you going to come like this, Tomura? All good and sweet for me?” You moved your thigh up, rubbing into his length as he pressed himself down. Lavish touches and gentle praise left you easily, giving them to Tomura with love and affection. You needed him to know how good he was, how much he deserved this, and you would give him anything he needed, all he had to do was ask.
It was so much, it was too much; the feeling of you, the promise of you being his to possess and treasure, all built up in the base of his spine. Tomura’s shaky moan filled the room as he came into his boxers, legs wrapped tightly around yours as he rutted down and finally let himself go completely to the pleasure. Throughout it all you gently encouraged him, words and touch grounding him in the present, keeping him intimately content in the knowledge you were the one here with him.
With a pleased sigh he relaxed, muscles slack and skin dyed pink from pleasure and embarrassment. His grip was gone but the embrace remained, Tomura trusting in you to not leave as he burrowed himself down into your hold, seeking your love and compassion all for himself. With a soft smile unable to stay off your face, you returned his hold, lovingly running your hands along his back as he became a puddle of content from your touch.
Your morning was perfect, but still not enough, the two of you just as desperate for intimacy; but the day is young, and who knows? Maybe there’s still time to get even closer.