very geeked, very high, very thinking about ted nivison.
you’re so sleepy and relaxed from cuddling with him in bed. he was ontop of you, his hips betwen your thighs while he held your face and murmured soft whispers and praises as you looked at him with slow blinks and dilated eyes as you hear him go on about you to you.
he was putting you to sleep, thumb rumbing across your cheek hypnotically. your warm amber light provided and calming atmosphere which caused you to be even sleepier. you softly protest as he gently starts to actually put you to sleep, your hands grasp around his wrists very gently and loosely.
“mh...don’t–...i need to brush my teeth,” you murmured sleepily, pushing your hips up against his, prompting him to move off of you. you whined slightly from the loss of the comfortable weight against you.
you stand up, hobbling. he watches, amused and gets up to come to your side to steady you. he guides you to the bathroom. you can barely keep your heads up and your eyes open.
“here, hun.” he hums, coming to stand behind you. his left hand comes to cup underneath your chin, you feel the cold yet soothing rings against your heated skin. he takes the toothbrush from your hand and gently helps you through it as you lean your head back against his chest.
