The morning light crept gently into the room, slipping past the half-drawn curtains in golden streaks. It bathed the bed in a soft warmth, landing first on the tousled curls resting on Billy's chest.
Artur stirred, his lashes fluttering against Billy's skin as he blinked himself awake.
He shifted a little, careful not to wake him, but the moment he moved, Billy's arms tightened.
"Don't move," Billy murmured, voice low and husky with sleep. "You're warm…"
Artur stilled, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "You're clingy in the morning."
"You're comfy in the morning," Billy mumbled, eyes still closed. "Fair trade."
Artur let out a quiet chuckle, settling back into his place and nuzzling into Billy's neck. "Fine. Five more minutes."
"Mmm," Billy hummed, running his fingers lazily up and down Artur's spine. "Take your time. Not rushing anywhere."
