Grateful
Wolfram reached out a hand and put it on Yuuri's cheek, delighting when his sleeping fiancé leaned into his hand whereas before, he evaded it.
"Wolf." Yuuri mumbled in his sleep, and Wolfram's heart soared -- borne to the skies by the warm breath that escaped from the boy king's lips.
The next moment found the prince waiting, but surely enough, his fiancé's hand dug underneath his side and held him close -- free hand in the Prince's hair and unconsciously turning him up for the briefest of kisses.
They were so close now, and Wolfram was almost afraid to blink, lest he missed when Yuuri opened his eyes to look into his. As always, Wolfram saw when those beautiful dark eyes opened, and Wolfram shivered pleasantly at the sight of twin midnight suns rising only to set again briefly as Wolfram is pulled in for a deep, thorough kiss to affirm their love and start the day.
The kisses invariably deepened and their bodies always joined as the skies parted day from night in the horizon, with Wolfram giving himself to Yuuri even as he himself took all that Yuuri gave in a brutal, delicious cadence – neither holding back, making their love always beautiful, always theirs, and leaving this feeling of being together that always made them feel grateful.