Calum:
"Mhm. He groaned against the pillow while pressing his face against it, the dark curly locks matted against his forehead while his throat was raspy. "Don't leave already." He moaned and flicked around to rest on his back, his hand touching to your thigh. "I'm only heading for a shower." You giggled. He pursed his lips while squeezing one eye open. "No." You warned and ran a hand through his curls. "Morning breath." He rolled his eyes by your statement and pulled you down on the mattress again the second you tried to stand up. Flipping you around so you were pressed against the sheets with him hovering over you he pressed his lips against yours. "You think you can just leave me without giving me a good morning kiss?" He questioned with a teasing smile playing on his lips before he dived down again, capturing his lips with yours for another sweet kiss.
Michael:
"Kiss me." He mumbled against your neck in request, his chin resting on top of your shoulder and his arms sneaking around your waist. "No." You giggled in tease, trying to focus on the stove in front of you with boiling pasta that needed to be stirred. "No." He repeated your word but in a long whine, dragging out the vocal when you headed towards the fridge and opened it. The second you closed it he was back again, leaning against it with a smirk and wiggling eyebrows. "Kiss me?" "No." You answered again, your tone changing an octave. Your eyes widened when he turned you around and pressed you against the door to the fridge, letting you drop the ketchup in your hands. "Kiss me." His tone changed into a deeper one, his lips pressing against yours and ignoring your protests in tease.
