[Adrian's POV]
With a groan, Adrian clasped his head with one hand as pain throbbed against his skull. Hangovers. It's rare for him to have one. But when he does—shit—it felt like he's being hit with a frying pan over and over.
"Headache?"
Peeking an eye open, Johan's worried gaze held him. Adrian smiled despite the pain and pulled the smaller man closer. He hummed as he planted a kiss on his forehead, but it sounded more like a groan because of the pain. Not that it mattered. Adrian only cared about the warmth that enveloped him through the cold darkness.
"Stop that," Johan protested when his butterfly kisses travelled to the bridge of his nose and then down to his lips. "You haven't gurgled yet—urgh! Adrian, you stink!"
"So stingy, Han," Adrian mumbled against the palm covering his mouth. "My head hurts, you know?"
