Yusei was always the first to wake up and he loved it. He reclined on his left arm to survey his lover. He stroked Atem's cheek and watched as his bare, tanned chest rose and fell with each light snore.
The Signer's azure gaze then caught sight of Atem's golden bangs and his attention was turned to his pharaoh's hair. He moved his hand to touch it.
Contrary to Yusei's initial belief, Atem's hair was incredibly soft. He lost himself in all he didn't know already about it. He was eyeing the red outline of the tips when—
"Yusei? What're you doing?"
[Why do I keep writing them in bed? D:]