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Zion propped himself up on one elbow, watching Mason tug that shirt over his head like it wasn't borderline criminal to cover up just yet. Plenty of time until you start pretending this didn't mean anything again, he almost said, but bit down on it. It was a little too much and too soon, and most definitely not their thing. So, instead, he reached out, hand ghosting over Mason's lower back, thumb dragging across the skin slowly like maybe he could anchor him there a second longer. "'Round two in the morning' wouldn't be so surprising if you stuck around long enough to see it," he said, voice still a bit rough with sleep. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. "Alarm's not the only thing that wants you, you know."