[Breakfast]

Part 1

Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction.
Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Warning:
LBGT, Omegaverse, AU

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Pair:
Axel x Rasha
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It's a beautiful morning.

Axel sitting across Rasha—the love of his life, peacefully as usual, like these past 2 years. Beautiful loved one, beautiful twin sons, beautiful food and beautiful morning.

Axel couldn't be more thankful. 

So he wouldn't want to screw it up. 

Like, having some improper thoughts about food. Namely, sexual thoughts.

"What is it? Something on your mind?" Rasha got concerned when he's seeing his husband doesn't touched any of the food.

'Isn't he usually hungry at the morning?' Thought Rasha, a bit concerned.

"Uh.. nothing." Axel saw Rasha put his fork down and lick his lips, makes the maple syrup glossing his lips prettily.

'Beautiful and caring' Axel is reminded of the reasons why Rasha is literally beautiful inside out.

"The Waffle is delicious."

"...Yes, looks really delicious."

Yet here he was, want many other delicious things in mind but certainly not waffles right now. But Axel really does wonder why the glistening lips caused by maple syrup looks so hot on Rasha. And also it makes him hot and bothered.

"Daddy, we're full! We wanna play outside!" said his eldest son, Maheswara Cakrawangsa.

Axel startled a bit and pulled out of his very precious thoughts of maple syrup existence in other places.

"Oh sure, take care of your brother."

Axel watch his toddler brought to the patio by the nannies and smiling.

Rasha gets up from his chair, coming to Axel to check on his temperature.
"Are you okay? You look feverish. Is that why you lost your appetite?" he ask his husband.

Axel stay still when Rasha touch his forehead, he is sure heartbeat won't be able to be felt on forehead, but he is stil worried if Rasha could read what's inside his head right now by touching his forehead. Or read his eyes this up close.

Okay, he's being illogical and really, how could you could be logical when your blood is rushing south rapidly fast, and your mind in a haze because of the sweet smells when Rasha speaks to you so closely while caressing your forehead?

Imagine, Rasha, checking you and talk to you sweetly with a hint of that maple syrup sweetness scent.

Can't relate?

Good.

Cause that's Axel Cakrawangsa's only privilege.

"You don't have a fever though."