[Aether's touch is so featherlight and sweet, Sunday can't help shivering slightly. Despite the previous night being full of touch and gentle passion, Aether's touch and kisses now are... so affectionate and simple. He hadn't thought that it would feel this good.]
Good morning.
[A good morning. A morning that hasn't been this good in a very, very long time.
Sunday's fingers trail over Aether's cheek before he tilts his chin upwards. And he slowly leans in to press a sleepy, slow kiss to his lips.]
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Good morning.
[A good morning. A morning that hasn't been this good in a very, very long time.
Sunday's fingers trail over Aether's cheek before he tilts his chin upwards. And he slowly leans in to press a sleepy, slow kiss to his lips.]