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Antonio has never been a morning person in the slightest, but for whatever reason, he finds himself blinking sleep from his eyes to see his and Luchino's room still dim. He can barely make out the shape of his lover beside him, softly snoring with his tail curled around one of his legs. It's incredibly endearing, so much so that he almost doesn't want to touch him. Luchino's a deep sleeper, but it's close enough to his usual wake up time that pressing against him might stir him.
Then again, he's the king, and this is his husband. He'll apologize later.
Tendrils of hair wind gently around Luchino's arm, lifting it up so Antonio can settle his underneath it. Luchino makes a muffled sound, and Antonio litters kisses over his shoulders in response.
"Don't worry, tesoro," he murmurs softly, pressing his forehead into Luchino's back. "I'm alright. I just wanted to hold you."
"Too early for you to be up," he mumbles back, reaching a hand out to graze his claws gently over Antonio's thigh. The fact that he's just woken up makes him sensitive, and a shiver runs up his spine. It's such a gift to wake up next to him, roll over and kiss him until his lips go numb. Even if his rule over Hell draws his attention away from his lover, it will always return to him at night.
This moment reminds him of when Luchino was still human, when the only times they got to see each other was when Antonio could drag himself away from his duties long enough to warp to his little apartment in Verona. Every time he saw Luchino's face again, it was like the first breath of air after being underwater—life again, whole and full in a way he had never experienced. He feels similarly now that Luchino has returned to him, alive and safe. Not all in one piece, but trying to mend. Antonio is more than happy to hold him together in the meantime.
Luchino pokes his face with his shoulder blade, pulling him out of his thoughts, and he laughs softly. "Am I in your way?"
"You're never in my way, dear. Except right now," he replies, his voice raspy with sleep. Antonio doesn't mind his teasing, but he makes a show of moving, putting on a dramatic pout that his husband will know is there despite his blindness. He folds his arms across his chest, looking every part the spoiled brat he is behind his title.
The hand on his thigh remains there as he moves, ghosting up over his hipbones to trace slow circles over his stomach. When Luchino's wrist brushes against Antonio's arms, still crossed, he chuckles, a deep rumbling sound that Antonio feels more than hears. "What's that for?"
"You said I was in your way, and now I'm grumpy."
"You're always grumpy in the mornings, tesoro."
Antonio doesn't have a good argument to that—it's true, he hates mornings most of the time—so he simply remains silent, his childish expression falling away shortly thereafter. He really doesn't have it in him to pout when Luchino's hand keeps dancing closer to his waist.
It's even more impossible when Luchino inches closer to him, nosing at his neck and trailing kisses up to his jaw. He's never been good at keeping quiet, but when Luchino gives him this kind of treatment right after he wakes up, he might as well be asking him to sing.
A soft whine slips from his lips, and Luchino smirks against his skin. "You just said it's too early for me to be up, Lu."
Luchino simply presses his face against his neck again, and Antonio gasps when sharp teeth graze over his skin. "But since you are up…" he trails off, snaking his hand down to spread Antonio's thighs apart. He's glad it's too early for anyone to hear him, because he's already gasping and panting just with these light touches, which means he's going to be a mess later. He shivers in anticipation.
"T-This early in the morning?" Antonio argues weakly. "What about your back?"
"It's not bad right now."
"It will be if you spend the morning railing me, Luchino."
"Is that my king telling me off or my husband?"
"Both."
Luchino sighs, pressing his claws into the soft skin of Antonio's inner thighs while he pretends to think. Antonio's head falls back against the pillows, and he bites his lip to prevent his whines from motivating Luchino any further.
"It wouldn't take long, look how desperate you are," Luchino murmurs, right next to Antonio's ear. "How could I possibly hurt myself?"
"Y-You're a menace, dear," Antonio replies, almost losing the tail end of the sentence as Luchino's fingers press against his clit. His weak attempts at staying quiet fail right there, as he opens his mouth to plead Luchino for more but moans instead as he toys with him. He hasn't even fully woken up yet, head still foggy from sleep, and already his husband is treating him so well. He's enamored with this man.
He tilts his head towards Luchino's face, a silent request for a kiss, and is rewarded with warm lips against his. It muffles his whines, a blessing for anyone else foolish enough to be awake at this hour, but it opens him up too, vulnerable and raw in the way only love can make him. If he was grateful for Luchino before his twenty years away, now he is indebted. Owned, wholly and fully.
He smiles into the kiss, and Luchino flicks his tongue playfully against him before slipping it into his mouth, and then he's too busy moaning to smile anymore. There's heat pulsing in his veins, but more importantly there is love, so much he could drown in it. He intends to.
Luchino's fingers drift lower, teasing at his entrance, and he pulls away from their kiss to nip at his earlobe. "Ready, tesoro?"
How could he not be?
"Always, my love. For you, always."
Luchino's soft laugh in his ear makes his heart flutter, and he commits the sound to memory, holding onto it even after Luchino's fingers slip inside of him and his voice fills their room. He feels so warm and loved in this moment, even more so when Luchino litters gentle kisses across his cheek, murmuring sweet nothings in Italian in between each one. This man, his heartsong, his soulmate, will be the undoing of him, in more ways than one.
It turns out Luchino was right—it doesn't take long for Antonio to cry out in pleasure, holding onto his lover's shoulder for dear life as his climax crashes over him. Luchino waits to pull away until Antonio's whole body shudders with every stroke of his fingers, and kisses him until he relaxes. The smile on Antonio's face is utterly radiant, shifting into deviousness as he tugs Luchino's messy hand up to his lips and makes a show of cleaning it off.
"Someone's going to be sleeping in this morning, hm?" Luchino teases, a light growl to his voice. It's only thanks to his exhaustion that Antonio isn't turned on all over again.
"I hope you aren't…suggesting that I go back to sleep without…without helping you first," he replies. His argument holds little weight, considering that his eyelids are already drooping closed.
"Later, tesoro. Rest for now."
"Mmm…fine. Ti amo, cuore mio."
"Ti amo anch'io, Toni."