Snuggling with Zevlor is an all day affair. Once he's attached, he's not letting go, and no it isn't because his joints are settling and he doesn't want to hear them click as he gets up.
It's because he's wrapped up, nice and snug and warm with the person he cares about. Even if the blankets and duvets get kicked off, they're still both tangled up and snuggled together until one of them gets a little hungry and they decide to get breakfast.
Breakfast can be elaborate, Zevlor cooking an entire spread with his companion's arms wrapped around him, making it a clumsy and messy affair that he loves regardless. Or it can be something easy, just a bowl of cereal or a cup of coffee and pastries. Zevlor doesn't even have to be asked, he has his partner's favorite fruit on the table and peeled (if applicable of course) and even though there's enough chairs they find themselves somehow settled into the same one or at least their chairs are right next to each other so that hands unoccupied with food and drink can roam.
After breakfast maybe they head outside, because it's a cool morning and the heat from their snuggling still lingers. Drinks in hand they sit in the dewy morning air and lean into each other, Zevlor's tail wrapped around his partner's waist just snug enough to be a reminder that he's there. They sit there for a couple hours, leaning into each other, forgetting their drinks, one ends up in the other's lap, playing with each other's hair until the sun crests and becomes a little too warm.
Retreating inside to lazily kiss and laugh their way into the living room, taking up a book each and quietly reading. One or the other abandons their book to snuggle up again, maybe (surprisingly) Zevlor does, burying his nose into his partner's hair or neck while they read and run their fingers through his hair, along his horns, reading aloud after a while just to keep the closeness going. Maybe reading gets abandoned after a while in favorite of kissing, soft slow little pecks with long, silent breaks in between where they just breathe the same air. Zevlor eventually starts to lavish his partner is slow, faint kisses all over their face, down their neck, every feature he can reach. Their hands stay intertwined, his tail stays wrapped around some part of them, and they both stay completely enamored with the other.
By the time afternoon hits, they've managed to make it out of the house to a cafe or restaurant. Lunch is a little more reserved in the cuddling department, but not for lack of trying. They find a booth so they can stay close, but it's never close enough, and while some people might like being the center of attention, Zevlor isn't one of those people, so it's a subtle affair, hands held under the table, quick kisses every now and again just to be cheeky. Lunch is a sickeningly sweet display of feeding one another and making other customers mildly uncomfortable with how obsessed with each other they are.
The walk home is spent talking about where they might go the next day they have time together, pointing out places they want to visit. By the time they get home it's late, so they grab a snack, take the quickest showers just to freshen up (separately, otherwise they might be in for something other than cuddling), and then right back where they started, in bed together, wrapped up and giggling, murmuring sweet nothings and sharing lingering touches until each of them drifts off, falling into blissful sleep where they dream of staying like this forever.