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You wake up with a warm feeling in your chest, a feeling that, quite frankly, you aren’t very used to. Even though it’s been almost two months since you started this arrangement with Chuuya. You both refuse to call it dating because, well, it just doesn’t work like that. Not with him being a mafia executive; a relationship like this could be the end of him if the wrong people were to find out. So, it’s not a relationship. Merely a… agreement of sorts you have going on. Using the term “agreement” is easy because if anyone does find out about the two of you, they will merely assume you have a purely sexual arrangement. No ties or attachment. Nothing that could possibly make one of the port mafia’s youngest executives human. Despite all that, what the two of you have is so so good. So much better than you ever thought you could have that it keeps you up sometimes, but slowly both of you are learning not to fear the intimacy and vulnerability you share.
Chuuya is much more of an early bird than you are, so most mornings start with the feeling of soft kisses on your nose or cheek or forehead or occasionally your wrists when he’s feeling extra kind. Today seems to be the latter and you can physically feel that warmth envelope you as he presses soft kisses and sweet words against your inner wrists.
“Mm I’m up now. Mornin’”, you mumble quietly into the pillow. You feel the smile pressed against the back of your hand now more than you see it, but it makes your chest tingle all the same.
“G’morning, sweetheart.” His morning voice is deep; rumbling nicely over you in waves of calm bliss. You shiver lightly as he leans over and presses a kiss to the corner of your lips. “How did you sleep?” He whispers against your lips even though the two of you are alone. It feels intimate in a way you can barely process without wanting to cry over- what? Who knows. A swirl of emotions you’d rather not name, but they’re ever present and consuming everytime you’re around the redhead and they seem to have no chance of leaving anytime soon.
“Good”, you reply simply. That’s all he’s looking for, really. A confirmation of no nightmares before truly getting started with the morning.
“Good”, he smiles softly, “Can you get started on breakfast for me while I get ready, baby?” You glare at him weakly for the nickname and the way he traces your jaw lightly with his thumb as he says this. Those are cheating moves and he damn well knows it.
His grin fills with barely concealed mirth as you huff only slightly dramatically and say, “Fineeee.” Before pitifully rolling out of bed and making your way to the kitchen. You make a simple breakfast for the two of you: some toast and scrambled eggs. A quick and easy meal he can finish before rushing to work. You head back towards the bedroom’s bathroom, but as you enter the room you see he’s already sitting on the end of the bed slipping his shoes on.
He looks up when you enter the bedroom, mafia instincts ingrained into his very soul that make sure he never lets his guard down. When you make eye contact though, the tension drains from his body and he smiles and beckons you over with a finger. You follow easily, slotting between his spread legs with ease as his now gloved hands come to rest on your waste. The redhead noses at your collarbone absentmindedly as he asks, “Have you made breakfast, love?”
“Mhmm it’s all ready on the table; I was coming to let you know.” You shiver softly as his hands leave your waste and slip under your sleep shirt to rub softly at your back.
“So good for me. Thank you, angel.” He looks up at you with those endless blue eyes, then, and you can’t help but blush as you meet him halfway in a kiss. It stays soft and sweet, mere lips pressing against each other as you both enjoy the soft morning. Chuuya pulls away first, retracting his hands from your lower back at the same time as you ignore the twinge of sadness and take a step back so he can stand.
You both enjoy a peaceful breakfast as you think that you could definitely get used to feeling warm if it means spending your mornings like this.