Sleeping with Vincent was rare. That night they were in London and decided to sleep in the town house of the family.
Rachel and Ciel were not here but in the manor.
Obviously Vincent took advantage to put his German friend in his bed and had take care of him, in a more passionate way than usual.
It was in the morning that Diederich woke, a form nestled against him, warm and soothing. A soft respiration. A peaceful face with a tender smile.
Yeah.
Sleeping with Vincent was pleasant, nice, sweet.
Peaceful.
Vincent was adorable and innocent when he was sleeping.
Diederich felt happy in his moments, having the englishman just for him.
Placing a soft kiss on the thin lips, he smiles with tenderness.
His fingers caressed the neck, causing a sound like a purr.
The earl snuggled against him, smiling.
Diederich, trying to not laugh, says, softly "Well, the watchdog is a kitten when he sleeps!"