Faithfully yours

Chapter Fourteen

Kim woke up spooned in Chay's embrace, his face buried in the crook of the other's neck. His upper body had laid itself on the younger's smaller frame, restraining the younger from any movement. Chay's body lay still and in place, not a hand out of character, allowing Kim to freely move around and take any part of the bed he liked. Kim's body had naturally attached itself to the other, missing the younger's warmth even in his sleep.

The room carried the stillness of the morning and an undisturbed calmness that was intermittently disturbed by soft breathing. Warm rays of light peeked out from a curtain that had slightly parted to create a gap as the small streak of light marked the time of day when the lack of natural light robbed it of its minutes. A comfortable temperature had settled down through the night, bringing a cool touch to the pillows that nicely contrasted the warmth from the blanket and their entangled bodies.

Kim had unwillingly woken up, being unable to adjust to the comfort that was brought by sound sleep. His busy schedule had trained him to survive on a few hours of sleep a night, which especially haunts him on the few days he gets off. The flaring hatred towards his workaholic body wasn't present this morning, unlike other mornings. Fully awake, Kim lay soundly on his spot, a smile of satisfaction or, more so, a smile of peace etched on his face. He scooched closer to Chay, stopping as his nose bumped onto the younger's neck. Kim inhaled the soft vanilla scent that surrounded him, finding it hard to constrain himself from melting into it and the comfort that was brought with it. He further tightened his grip around Chay, coming to his senses before completely squeezing the younger. Without needing to open his eyes, Kim was aware his actions had woken up Chay.

"Morning Phi," a soft whisper, got Kim to finally open his eyes, loving the light vibration that crawled over him. Lifting his head up a little, Kim stared down at the younger man, admiring the beauty that lay under him. Chay's round eyes rolled around, adjusting to open yet failing miserably as he blinked away the remaining sleep. The faint light that added a small candle-sized brightness to the room wasn't allowing Kim to properly adore his love in front of him.

Getting lost in the spur of the moment, Kim inched close to Chay, almost nose to nose with the younger. Taking a sniff of the vanilla scent, Kim dipped his head to run his nose along Chay's cheeks. Though the moment brought a giddy wake-up call, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, knowing he does not yet have the luxury of being woken to this view every day. Without a warning, Kim raised his head, taking a bite of the younger man's cheeks.

Gasping in surprise, "Kim!, ow..." the younger hissed in pain, his hands instantly raising to soothe the attacked skin. Kim smiled in satisfaction, loving the puppy glares Chay threw his way as the sensitive skin slowly blushed a crimson red. Resting his head back in the comfort of Chay's shoulder, Kim buried further into the younger's skin, further squeezing Chay in the process. To Kim's defence, Chay's soft cheeks looked extra mushy, resulting in an increased need to have a taste of it.

"Phi Kim..." Chay whined once again, feeling the lingering aftermath of the elder's wake-up call. Dramatising the pain, the younger man finally felt awake, the remaining sleep long gone. He couldn't help but reach to touch the head that rested on his shoulder, to have his fingers slide through the locks. Kim had thick, dark black hair with a slight wave to it. Chay let his fingers explore on their own, having his fingers gently scrape the skull, enough to give it the itchy need for more. Feeling a wet touch, Chay paused as a cold shudder crawled through his skin.

"Why'd you stop, Babba?" A hoarse whisper interrupted the silent room, followed by yet another loud hiss from the younger.

"Kim!" the younger cried again, only to be put on hold by wet lips nibbling on the sore skin. Chay could feel Kim's smirk against his skin, the smug smile of victory as the older man calculatedly manoeuvred around to pamper the very spot he bit. The skin felt very responsive; the impact of both the bite and Kim's continuous teasing added layers of sensitivity to the bruised skin. The slow puffs of his warm breath felt electrifying, adding to the sensitivity as they intruded on the layer of morning cold that had settled on the youngster's skin.