Soft Morning Kisses with Tup (GN Reader)
SUMMARY: You and Tup spend a lazy morning in bed snuggled together in each other's arms. <3
CONTENT: Gender neutral reader ; Established relationship ; Kisses ; Fluff ; SFW.
NOTES: Tupperware deserves more love and I intend to give it to him <3
He's always the first to wake. His body is designed that way, up early, to bed late. But he's a heavy sleeper in between. His soft snores put you to sleep the night before, and when he opens his eyes to see you first thing in the morning, all he can do is smile.
He lets you sleep for a few minutes more and goes through his routine mentally to keep himself active and sharp. He's been living a more relaxed life with you, but he keeps himself on his toes -- besides, you love to watch him practice.
He thinks you look beautiful in the morning light, it hugs you in all the right ways, caresses your hair, flutters over your eyes. He's so in love with you. And sometimes, in quiet moments and mornings he's painfully aware of it. He can feel it in the center of his chest.
He can't help himself, and he places a soft kiss on your forehead.
You wake up to the feeling of his warm lips against your skin. Tup has always been an affectionate one, and has always loved showing how he loves you through touch. There's something a little different this time, though. Something particularly soft, mindful. He has that look in his eye like he's thinking.
'You okay?' you ask and snuggle closer to him. You take his hand and kiss his knuckles, nestling your face along his calloused skin and weathered veins. 'Yeah,' he says, 'Just thinking how lucky I am,' he gives you a big grin and his tattoo scrunches as the lines of his eyes crinkle.
You fit perfectly against his chest, and you hand moves from his to the length of his arm, his chest, his neck. You run your fingers through his wavy hair and nuzzle your nose against his as you place a soft and tender kiss against his lips.
He's warm and gentle, and wraps his lips around your with fervor and grace -- everything is supple and deliberate. He wants to savour you, explore you for just this early morning moment, take you in and fill you up. His hand is cradling your head, his fingers winding through your hair, gently massaging your scalp.
You lean your brow against his as your drift apart to take a breath. A languid smile is left behind on both your mouths and he nudges you gently.
'At this rate, we'll never get outta bed,' he chuckles -- his voice is soft and husky. Your smile widens and you place one more kiss on his nose with a sigh. 'Well, I guess the caf isn't gonna make itself.'
You stay snuggled together for a beat, stealing pecks and kisses every few breaths before you both decide to get up and start the day.
He watches you as you get up and stretch, and he thinks, and he knows he's the luckiest man to have ever lived.
💖
