The sunlight spilled lazily through the white curtains, casting a golden warmth across the tangle of limbs on the bed. The room smelled faintly of skin, cotton sheets, and something softer—sweeter. Haru stirred first, his lashes fluttering, his body tucked snugly against the heat of Sora's chest.
They were still naked, a soft sheen of yesterday's closeness clinging to their skin. Haru's legs were entangled with Sora's, one of his arms resting across the older boy's stomach, while Sora's hand lay against Haru's lower back, fingers twitching slightly even in sleep.
Haru blinked up at Sora's sleeping face, his lips parting at the sight.
Sora's hair was a little messy, his mouth slightly open, his chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm. Haru's heart fluttered. Even asleep, he looked unfairly handsome. And more than that, he looked… his.
A soft blush rose on Haru's cheeks. His hand slid up, brushing Sora's cheek gently. Then, slowly, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to the tip of Sora's nose.
No reaction.
Haru smiled mischievously and kissed the corner of Sora's lips next, a gentle press of affection. Then another, this time directly on the lips, warm and lingering.
Sora made a soft noise, and Haru froze—but Sora didn't wake.
"Oh come on," Haru whispered. Then, braver now, he leaned in and kissed him again, longer this time. He poured a quiet, sleepy kind of love into it—slow, soft, almost pleading.
Sora's lashes twitched.
"…Mmnn… Haa~ru…" Sora mumbled, lips curling into a grin. One eye cracked open. "Are you trying to seduce me before breakfast?"
Haru jolted upright, face turning scarlet. "N-No! I was just…! You looked cute, okay?!"
Sora laughed, voice still thick with sleep. "Mm, liar." He rolled over and pulled Haru on top of him in one fluid motion. Haru let out a squeak as he was trapped against the older boy's chest.
"You're warm," Sora murmured against Haru's neck. Then, lower, more teasing, "And naked."
Haru tried to pull away. "Y-You're the one who wouldn't let me wear anything to sleep!"
Sora grinned. "Exactly. I make excellent decisions."
His hands slid down Haru's bare back lazily, trailing heat wherever they touched. Then his hips shifted—and Haru felt it. That slow, unmistakable press against his own.
"S-Sora…!" Haru gasped.
Sora kissed his neck. "Mmhm?"
"You're…" Haru swallowed, flustered beyond reason, "…h-hard already."
"I woke up with you grinding on me," Sora said, pretending to pout. "Of course I'm hard. That's your fault."
"I—I wasn't grinding!"
"You were breathing on me like a sexy little heater," Sora murmured, nudging Haru's legs apart with his thigh. "And now look. We're both morning-horny."
Before Haru could reply, Sora's hand cupped the back of his head and pulled him down into a kiss. It wasn't gentle this time—it was hungry. His tongue slid past Haru's lips with practiced ease, drawing out a sweet gasp. Haru trembled, fingers curling against Sora's chest, already melting under the pressure of their mouths.
Then—oh.
Sora rolled his hips up.
Their erections slid against each other, bare and hot, and Haru nearly choked on his own whimper.
"Aah—S-Sora!" he panted, face flushed, hips twitching in reaction.
"Mm, there it is," Sora breathed, rubbing their lengths together slowly, deliberately. His voice dropped low and teasing. "You're already this hard? I thought you just wanted cuddles."
"Y-You're the one who—who started this!" Haru gasped, trying to squirm—but his body betrayed him, pressing closer, aching for friction.
Sora's grip on his waist tightened, holding him right there. "Don't move away. Stay. Feel this with me."
Their lips crashed again. This time, Haru was kissing back, feverishly, his mind spinning with sensation. Their chests brushed, their bodies hot, and the slow grind between them became its own silent rhythm, a melody of need and teasing.
"I want you again," Sora whispered against his lips.
Haru blinked, eyes dazed. "H-Huh…?"
"I'm hard as hell for you," Sora said, voice low and serious now. "Let me have you. Just one more time… before breakfast."
Haru's breath hitched. "Y-You said that last night… and the night before…"
Sora grinned. "And you still came back for more."
Haru bit his lip. His body was already giving in—soft, trembling, his heart racing with that dangerous, familiar heat building in his core.
He didn't answer with words.
Instead, he kissed Sora again, full of need.
Haru kissed him harder, arms trembling as they wrapped around Sora's neck. Their mouths moved in a slow, deep rhythm, wet and open, tongues dancing lazily between breaths. Haru's bare body squirmed slightly as Sora's hands roamed, fingers tracing the curve of his waist, his lower back, and down to the soft roundness that had driven him crazy every night since they first—
Sora groaned into his mouth. "You're unreal, Haru…"
"S-Stop saying embarrassing things," Haru whispered, voice breathy, face flushed as their erections rubbed again, sticky with pre-release.
"I'm serious," Sora said. "You're perfect. Right here in my arms. Moaning for me in the morning sun."
"Sora—ah—y-you're saying that like you're a manga protagonist."
Sora chuckled darkly, then rolled them both over, pressing Haru down into the mattress with his body. Haru gasped, legs instinctively wrapping around Sora's waist as their cocks ground harder now, the friction unbearable.
"But you love it," Sora murmured. "You love how I pin you down like this… how I kiss you until your brain turns off…"
He demonstrated—mouth crashing down, kissing Haru like he was air after drowning. Haru whimpered under him, small hands clawing at Sora's back, pulling him closer, letting himself drown in the kiss.
The head of Sora's cock was leaking against his stomach now, leaving a warm trail along Haru's soft skin. Haru shuddered at the heat, arching his hips upward just to feel more.
"Sora," he whispered, so soft it was almost lost beneath their breaths.
"Yeah?"
"…D-Don't pull out this time either…"
That was all Sora needed to hear.
His voice turned rough. "Spread your legs for me, kitten."
Haru obeyed, cheeks bright pink, eyes glassy. "Y-You better kiss me the whole time…"
"I'll do more than kiss," Sora growled, lining himself up. "I'm going to make this morning unforgettable."
And with one slow, teasing push, he entered him again—deeper, closer, more possessive than ever.
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END OF CHAPTER : 86 : NEXT MORNING!
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