What If?// WDW BxB: Corbyn-Shots

Day 20|Why Don't We- Fluff

Summary: A typical morning in the Why Don't We house

Daniel's POV
I was slowly pulled away from the land of sleep. The rope wrapped around my ankle dragging me, gradually bringing me into the waking world. Forcing the gentle flutter of my eyes, barely conscious enough to register the cool burn of Jack shifting against me. Snuggling into my skin, seeking my warmth.

My weak muscles shaking, drunken smile folding my face. Jack's flushed skin barely more than a soft, pink blur. His handsome features a perfect calm, sleep lingering in each slow breath slipping past parted lips.

His cheek was warm beneath my palm. Thumb tracing lazy shapes. My mouth meeting the taut skin of his forehead. Then the plump softness of his lips," Baby, wake up."

His quiet whine my only response. Nestling further into me. Our bodies clicking, two pieces of one puzzle.

" Jack," his name a breathy chuckle on my lips," I'm finna go downstairs. Cuddle with Corbs, okay?" His bottom lip sliding against the other. Poking out and perfect for a kiss," no pouting. Cuddle Bean."

His grip lessening with time. Finally deciding to set me free. Rolling against our sheets, head meeting the pulsing warmth of Corbyn's pec with a tiny smile. Tucking away into the neck he was sharing with Zach. An arm gradually encircling his lean hips.

I simply stood and watched for a few silent beats. Smile adoring, eyes doey.

I drifted to closet after ensuring my boys were protected from the slight chill in the air. Plucking Jonah's favorite hoodie from its hanger.

Breathing out as the plush material glided along my skin. Simply relishing in its heat and the fading scent of Jonah. The most beautiful blend of vanilla and coffee.

My feet silent against the carpeted stairs. Wandering to the kitchen. Following the alluring smells of breakfast. Bacon.

It's low sizzle greeting me upon entering, as well as the song Jonah always seemed to hum when the quiet had overstayed its welcome.

The bare skin of his back leaving searing kisses along my face as I pressed to it. Throwing my limp arms around his strong torso.

" Morning," mumbled low, causing his toned flesh to tremble. My mouth glided along the large expanse of blemish free skin.

His muscles working beneath me. The sharp clatter of the forgotten spatula followed. Before I could wonder what he had done, my waist was taken between his arms.

" Good morning, Baby," the kiss to my lips feather soft. So soft I wondered if it had even happened. I hummed regardless, cheeks nuzzling his pec. The steady, muffled thump of his heart somehow pulling me from my daze while pushing me further into it.

" You're warm," I whispered, steadily losing myself in the strange purgatory.

" You say that every morning," whispered back. Pink lips ghosting along the ridge of my ear, eliciting a low, deep purr.

" And you say that every morning," countered weakly. Tipping my head, allowing the slow trail to continue. I was drowning at this point. The constant buzz of euphoria in my veins. The intoxicating warmth of his supple flesh.

" I'll stop when you do," mouth tracing the curve of my jaw.

" I'm not stopping," with a single dip of my head, we met. I let him lead, to drunk to take control. My eyes fluttering with the sudden, sharp nip to my tongue. Almost whining to him as I was ripped from the blissful haze.

" There you are," chuckle fanning over my face. Gently pecking my glabella," how did you sleep?"

" Fucking amazing. We should've gotten a new mattress sooner," our lips met again. I could never truly get enough of him. There was always the bug, that urge to be pressed into him.