𝑀𝑜𝓍𝒾𝑒𝓉𝓎 𝒪𝓃𝑒 𝒮𝒽𝑜𝓉𝓈 (𝒮𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒮𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓈)

Cuddles filled with sleep

(Oh my gosh, my writing sucks! So sorry!) Also, we need some fluff up in here!

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Soft. Warm. Gentle.

Virgil hummed as Patton's arms slipped around his waist like ribbons made of silk, easing him closer until his back pressed up against the others belly and chest. It was times like these Virgil craved. He couldn't think of anywhere else he would rather be, than here with Patton. Snuggled up against the love of his life. Held in the arms of his devoting boyfriend.

A tiny smile cracked across his lips as a light breeze of soft, warm air tickled the back of his neck. He could feel him breathing. Virgil leaned closer to Patton's steady breaths, allowing its calmness over take his senses, melting deeper into Patton's warming comfort.

The older of the two buried his nose into fluffy magenta locks, inhaling the smell of fresh raspberry shampoo. Virgil chuckled, twisting his body around in the others arms so he was able to face the sleepy male beside him.

"Patton?"

"Hmm, V-Virrggil..."

He smiled at the dragged out sound of his name pouring from mumbling lips. It was clear that his boyfriend was still in 'la la sleep land'. Thick Warby Parker frames no longer obscured his eyes. Blonde, messy curls askew and sticking to his forehead. Cheeks plump and pink from where he had been laying on them. Freckles scattered and more apparent across the paleness of his nose. Virgil tried his best to hold in a giggle at the sound of gravelly snoring. He was adorable.

The smaller male carefully slid a hands under the puppy clad pajama shirt of his partner, letting his fingers patter along toasty skin, earning a drowsy whimper in response. He trailed his fingers all the way up to then rest on Patton's firm chest, the back of his hand tenting the fabric of his pajama top.

Virgil watched Patton's eyes flutter, heavy with sleep, open to stare at him. Lips turning upward into a lopsided, sleepy grin, dimples appearing in his childlike cheeks, causing Virgil's breath to get caught in his chest. How could one person be this beautiful? It was as if Patton was his rose and he was the thorns protecting him. His precious flower. Virgil wrinkled his nose slightly. Now he just sounded like Mother Gothel from that movie Tangled. What if he was? What if he was some creepy, over protective, manipulative boyfriend, and he didn't even know he was doing it?! What if Patton was a prisoner in his love and -The thoughts immediately melted away when he felt Patton's lips lovingly brush against his forehead.

"I can't see a thing, but I don't need my glasses to know that you're the most beautiful blur in the world!" Patton giggled, trailing his lips down to rest on Virgil's nose and pressing a soft kiss on the tip of it. Virgil snuggled closer, hand slipping down and around to rest on the small of Patton's back, intertwining his legs with the others much longer ones.

"I love you, Pat," Virgil cooed quietly, moving to bury his head in the crook of Patton's neck.

"I love you more."