Win and Bright are childhood best friends both from affluent families. However, through the many years that they've known each other, a vast majority of it consists of Win secretly pining over Bright. But Bright is everything he wants yet can't have...
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Bright rose at the crack of dawn. When the sun grazed the city's skyline and delicate hues of lavender, orange and blue swirled together to create a vivid sky. When half the citizens that reside within the metropolis were fast asleep, tightly bundled in their cozy beds, and sheltering themselves from the soon blazing heat of the summer sun. The other half was already in the midst of starting their day, downed their coffees to deter the drowsiness that was still afresh in their minds, and groaned out a loud protest at the repetitiveness of their daily routines.
Meanwhile, Bright had a body pressed flush against his side, a thigh draped over his lower half, and a nose nuzzled deep into his neck. He closed his eyes for a moment longer and basked in the familiar warmth that grew in his chest. He felt rested. Bright couldn't recall the last time he'd slept that well; a sleep that was absent of tossing or turning. Last night had felt so surreal and so dream-like. Win had felt, sounded, and looked beautifully unreal. A grin sneaked onto his face as he recalled the image of Win writhing beneath him, lost in the throes of pleasure. He'd wanted to recapture and savor every moment of that.
His eyelids fluttered open again and he slightly shifted his body to the side, taking great care not to jostle the latter next to him. At that moment Bright removed his gaze from the ceiling to the boy who slept peacefully in the space beside him.
Gazed in admiration at how ethereal the boy's porcelain skin appeared, bathed in the soft rays of light that pierced through between the gaps in the curtains. From his position, Bright could marvel at the dark inked wings on Win's toned back; the blankets pooled at his waist. Win glowed like an angel in the morning sunlight. He wished he could wake up to such a sight every day. Fuck, he got lucky, Bright thought.
Eventually, his hand found its place in Win's silky hazelnut locks. He gently massaged his scalp and that effectively earned him a soft purr of delight from Win who snuggled closer to him. Bright chuckled, amused, and wondered how such a burly person like Win could be so endearing; melting under a single touch.
"Morning" Win rasped out, the remnants of sleep still evident in his voice.
"Morning sleepyhead, slept well?", Bright responded before he planted a chaste kiss on the younger's forehead and cheeks. Win giggled, the vibrations reverberating against his chest and filled it with warmth.
"Soooo well, you made me so tired. But you also treated me so well last night...Maybe I can repay the favor?"Win purred into his ear, he then felt the tip of Win's tongue teasingly flick his earlobe. He shivered at the contact.
