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💤 ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ 💤

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💤 ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ 💤

-ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴏʙᴠɪᴏᴜꜱʟʏ
-ᴘʀᴏꜰᴀɴɪᴛɪᴇꜱ
-!ᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ!
-ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
-ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ
-ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘʏ ꜱᴇx
-ᴘʀᴀɪꜱᴇ

-"ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ"

-ᴀ ᴡᴇᴛ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ʜᴍ, ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴡʜʏ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴄᴛ ɪᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ ?"

   -<|>-

You always liked lazy mornings, how could you not ?
The scene was set: it was one of those mornings—where you  knew you'd spend the day in bed before you even cracked open your eyes. 
You lay sprawled on your stomach, face mushed against the pillow, while  you listened to the rain.
It was your gentle alarm clock, sloshing  against the window and drizzling down the gutter.
It was early, you  could only tell because it was the grey time of morning—bright and like  someone had stolen the color from the room.
It took a few blinks before you woke up, your dream luring you back  in.
While the memory of it was fading by the second, the tingling warmth  it left, low in your stomach, was very real.
Drowsiness and lust sinfully swarmed around in your stomach, and you  weren't sure which would win: your desire to sleep for another hour or  to fuck your boyfriend.
You let the throbbing between your legs make the  decision for you, already having you clenching your thighs and needily  rutting against the cotton sheets.
You turned to your other side to look at Kageyama.
He was fast asleep,  lips only parted enough to let shallow breaths escape, he didn't even  flutter an eyelash at the rustling of the bed.
By the look of it, you both must have passed out watching TV, its screen still on and waiting for you.
'Are you still watching ?'
Kageyama's hair was raggy, his bed head making an appearance, though much more  tussled and not in the editorial sort of way.
You giggled—even more  when you slipped his phone, resting loosely in the hand he had on his  chest, and set it aside.
The raven haired man had mentioned (not so offhandedly) that he 'wouldn't mind'  having you wake him up with sex, whether it was with your hand, your  mouth, or just sitting right on his cock—you could use your imagination.

You usually shied away from the thought, more worried about startling  him awake or colliding noses or something else deathly humiliating that  you may or may not laugh about later.
But today, you went for it,  though you opted for the safer route of gently rousing him instead.
You snuggled up at his side, nudging into him until his arm had no  choice but to loop around you.
You nestled your face against him with  your nose in the dip of his collarbone, he still smelt like his  after-work shower but more like him after a night's rest.
It was a warm, intoxicating smell.
The little breaths through your nose had him stirring until his arm  pulled you even closer to him. Not just closer but bringing your face to  his neck, where you were sure he wanted you to kiss him awake.
You swept his hair aside, pressed your smile to the hollow beneath  his ear, and started to kiss him there.
You could hear his breath hitch  in his throat—feeling it with the hand you had on his chest.
He was in only  a pair of boxers, leaving you free to kiss the expanse of him.
The  plunge of his shoulder, the span of his collarbone, the spot where you  could feel his heartbeat beneath your lips—all of it was his to give  you.
You draped a leg over him, making it extremely apparent you  wore only your underwear beneath your tee and that you were in such  dire need of him that you'd resort to something as chaste as grinding on  his thigh.

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