Demian stretched an arm above his head, his eyes still closed. His wolf ears, which he finally wore free, twitched as he slowly woke up.
A head of wild brown hair with honeyed highlights filled his vision. Their soft tendrils brushed against his face and neck.
With a contented smile, Demian pulled the sleeping form flush against him. His heart was soaring high and his mind felt at peace. Knowing that he'd be able to wake up to this every morning in the future had his blood singing in ecstasy.
Remi released a small groan, nuzzling his face into Demian's neck. Hot breath spanning over his bare skin, sending pleasant tingles down his spine.
"You keep doing that and I won't want to get up," he chuckled.
