[Sandalphon's heart skips a beat, his core buzzes in a way it hasn't since—
No. Best not to think about that.
He gently, slowly moves his hand down to Izumi's cheek, hesitates, and pulls it back without touching him. He wants to, in this moment, but if he's still sleeping like a log at this hour, he probably needs the rest. Sandalphon and he put each other through their paces last night; the scattered feathers, mottled patches of bruised skin and mess of blankets are all a testament to that. So if he's still tired, it's Sandalphon's fault.]
Izumi...
[He murmurs at that same barely audible volume.]
...When...did you become this endearing...? When did I...
[When did he become so fond of him?
...The lazy warmth of their shared bed isn't the place to have such complicated thoughts; he can feel himself giving into the temptation of just five more minutes already, so he sits up, yawns, stretches his wings and immediately regrets it, the bites and scrapes Izumi left between them throbbing as they're tugged on. Still, it's enough to jolt him just a little further awake.
He may as well make some coffee now that he's up, but he leans down to brush his lips against Izumi's, just for a moment.
hes so....Softe
No. Best not to think about that.
He gently, slowly moves his hand down to Izumi's cheek, hesitates, and pulls it back without touching him. He wants to, in this moment, but if he's still sleeping like a log at this hour, he probably needs the rest. Sandalphon and he put each other through their paces last night; the scattered feathers, mottled patches of bruised skin and mess of blankets are all a testament to that. So if he's still tired, it's Sandalphon's fault.]
Izumi...
[He murmurs at that same barely audible volume.]
...When...did you become this endearing...? When did I...
[When did he become so fond of him?
...The lazy warmth of their shared bed isn't the place to have such complicated thoughts; he can feel himself giving into the temptation of just five more minutes already, so he sits up, yawns, stretches his wings and immediately regrets it, the bites and scrapes Izumi left between them throbbing as they're tugged on. Still, it's enough to jolt him just a little further awake.
He may as well make some coffee now that he's up, but he leans down to brush his lips against Izumi's, just for a moment.
Somehow, it seems like the right thing to do.]