The alarming sound blared annoyingly loud in Saint's bedroom, rousing him from sleep. He groggily reached out to his nightstand, grabbing his phone and pressing the stop button with a hint of aggression. Sighing in relief as the ringing stopped, he cracked open his eyes to check the time—it read 5:00 AM.
Knowing he had to leave for work at 7:30 AM, Saint acknowledged he had two and a half hours to prepare.
Saint was about to get up, but he abruptly stopped when he felt something heavy on his chest. Slowly opening his eyes, he found Fighter sleeping peacefully on top of him. A faint smile tugged at the corners of Saint's lips.
"Fight?" Saint gently tried to wake Fighter up. "It's time to get up. I have work, remember?"
Fighter responded with muffled voices, refusing to budge. "You're warm, Fighter murmured, nuzzling his face deeper into Saint's chest. Fighter's leg, resting between Saint's legs, shifted slightly, brushing against Saint's awakening arousal.
Saint gasped in surprise, feeling a warm sensation that sent shivers through his body.
"Fight..." Saint whispered, biting his lower lip to stifle any sound of pleasure. Fighter stirred again, inadvertently touching Saint's now fully awakened member. Saint squeezed his eyes shut and bit his tongue, trying to contain himself as the sensation overwhelmed him.
"Oh god, please," Saint moaned softly, unconsciously running his fingers through Fighter's hair. An annoyed sigh escaped Fighter's mouth in response.
"Fine!" Fighter huffed and moved away from him, turning his back on Saint.
Saint finally let out the shaky breath he had been holding. He got up immediately and headed straight to the bathroom for a cold shower, leaving the sulking angel on the bed.
'Is the angel even aware of him touching my dick? Damn it. He's making me horny.' Saint cursed in his mind while applying shampoo to his hair. Suddenly, the image of a naked Fighter from that night crossed his mind. The sight was captivating and heavenly.
He adjusted the cold water to a warmer temperature. Slowly, he slid his hand from his chest down to his groin, massaging lightly. His hand moved lower, gently touching his erection.
He imagined what would it feel like Fighter's cock in his mouth or what it would feel like with Fighter's touch, causing him to moan softly at the thought. Pumping with his hand, fantasies of being with Fighter played on repeat in his mind. He adjusted the shower handle to mask any sounds.
"Oh god..." With fast, hard thrusts into his hand, he muttered, "Shit, I'm cumming..."
Lightly rubbing the tip, he breathed heavily. "Shit...Shit.." Warm liquid painted the shower wall, leaving him shuddering from the sensation.
After calming down, he hurried through the rest of his shower, mindful of the time. "Damn it, Fighter," he muttered again under his breath. Changing into comfortable clothes swiftly, he emerged from the bathroom to find Fighter still sleeping soundly on the bed, oblivious to everything around him.
He made his way to the kitchen and prepared a simple breakfast of bread and coffee for himself. After finishing, he gathered all the items he needed for work and neatly packed them into his leather handbag. Returning to the kitchen counter, he brewed a fresh cup of coffee, this time for Fighter.
Walking back to the bedroom, he found Fighter still fast asleep, clutching supsup tightly. Saint couldn't help but smile at the sight. The angel looked so adorable, peaceful in his slumber.
"Fight.." Saint called softly, sitting down beside Fighter.
"Fight?" He called again, but Fighter just shrugged, still half asleep.
"Fight? Time to get up," Saint insisted.
"Go, Saint. You will be late," Fighter mumbled, keeping his eyes closed and pulling the duvet over his head.
"Are you sulking?" Saint raised an eyebrow.
"I'm not, Saint. I don't like you," Fighter replied from under the duvet.
"Oh? You don't like me because..?" Saint queried, curious.
"No time. No cuddle," Fighter murmured.
Saint was taken aback by Fighter's blunt response but couldn't help smiling. "You want more cuddle?" he asked, and Fighter nodded enthusiastically.
"But you will be late," Fighter reminded him, still reluctant.
"I still have 30 minutes before 7. Come here," Saint coaxed gently. He carefully pulled down the duvet over Fighter's head, revealing a grinning Fighter underneath. Saint chuckled and slid his arm under Fighter's neck, using it as a pillow, and pulled him close to his chest. Fighter reciprocated by wrapping his arms around Saint's body. Supsup, the bunny plushy, was casually tossed to the side of the bed.
"I like you, you are so warm," Fighter mumbled, making Saint blush. He smirked in response.
"So, you like me now?" Saint teased gently.
"Yes."
"More than supsup?" Saint prodded playfully.
"More than supsup," Fighter confirmed, nuzzling closer to Saint's chest.
"Saint?" Fighter softly called.
"Hmm?" Saint hummed, gently brushing Fighter's hair.
"Your heart is beating so fast."
Saint held his breath for a moment, then whispered, "Yeah."
They stayed like that for minutes, Fighter enjoying the rhythm of Saint's heartbeat while Saint relished the warmth of the moment.
"Fight?"
"Hmm?"
"Don't leave the apartment without me."
"Why?" Fighter looked up at Saint.
"Because it's dangerous outside. I don't want you to get hurt or something," Saint replied, meeting Fighter's gaze.
"I understand." Fighter hugged him tightly.
"Fight?"
"Hmm?"
"How about your coffee?"
"Make another one later, Saint," Fighter giggled, melting Saint's heart. Fighter's laughter had a profound effect on Saint, prompting him to pull Fighter even closer.
Saint made Fighter a fresh, hot coffee, which Fighter enjoyed alongside his bread, savoring the blend of sweetness and bitterness. While Fighter had his breakfast, Saint changed into his office attire.
After grabbing his keys and handbag, Saint was ready to leave.
"What time will you come back?" Fighter asked sadly, standing beside the front door.
"I'll be back before dinner. There's food in the fridge for lunch," Saint assured him, approaching Fighter.
"Don't be late," Fighter pouted.
"Don't worry, Fight. And promise me, don't go out until I come back. Do you understand?" Saint asked firmly.
"Yes. I promise," Fighter replied sincerely.
