The light of dawn seeped into their room through the windows. Another beautiful day had dawned, bringing new life and experiences. It was always better to wake up in the morning with the love of your life. Saint stirred, feeling the warmth beside him, and smiled as he remembered to thank God for giving him endless chances to live his life with Fighter by his side.
Saint woke up to something touching his morning wood. He tried to move but felt something heavy on his abdomen. Rubbing his eyes, he saw Fighter's head resting on him, hugging him like a koala. As Saint lifted his head to investigate the cause of his excitement, he noticed Fighter's hand on his crotch, gently palming him. When Fighter's fingers twitched, Saint curled his toes at the burning sensation. He licked his lips and bit his lower lip to prevent any sound from escaping. Propping himself up on his elbows, he carefully tried to move Fighter's hand away from his crotch. Just as he gripped Fighter's wrist, Fighter woke up and lifted his head to look at Saint.
"What are you doing, Saint?" Fighter asked, his raspy morning voice sending shivers down Saint's spine.
"Your hand is on my...dick, Fight," Saint replied, trying to stay composed.
"My what..." Fighter rubbed his eyes with his left hand, while his right hand still rested on Saint's crotch.
"Fight?" Saint called. Fighter looked at him, puzzled, and Saint pursed his lips to point downward. Fighter followed his gaze and gasped when he realized where his hand was resting. He quickly moved it away, hiding it behind him.
"S-sorry, Saint," Fighter stammered, now fully awake.
Saint smirked at Fighter's stunned expression. "I'm hard now, Fight. Do something."
"W-What? Do... what?" Fighter stuttered, avoiding eye contact and clearly embarrassed.
"Look down, you're hard too," Saint pointed out, gesturing towards Fighter's morning arousal. Fighter glanced down, blushed deeply, and covered himself with both hands.
"W-We'll be late, Saint," Fighter managed to say, his face bright red.
"You touched mine. Can I touch yours too?" Saint inched closer, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"N-No!" Fighter blurted out, stepping back hastily and making a beeline for the bathroom.
"My morning kiss?" Saint called after him, teasingly.
"No more kisses! No more touching!" Fighter replied firmly from behind the bathroom door. Saint chuckled softly to himself at Fighter's flustered reaction.
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"Saint, slow down," Fighter urged quietly.
"What? Why?" Saint glanced at him, puzzled. They were en route to work, Fighter in the passenger seat beside him, but Saint didn't initially catch the concern in his voice.
