Connor yawned a little as he stretched before settling comfortably next to Haytham, a sleepy smile appearing on his face as he leaned into his father's warmth. "M-morning…" the younger man mumbled as he closed his eyes, not particularly wanting to get up. He didn't have anything pressing that he needed to do today… And he was doing what he wanted to do today - spend time with his beloved.
"Good morning to you as well, Connor. Are you planning on falling asleep on me… or are you planning on getting up soon?" Haytham asked, voice warm and full of amusement.
"I haven't decided yet. Though if you move, I will get up. This bed isn't as comfortable without you." Connor responded, opening one of his eyes a little before pressing a kiss to the other's cheek.
"I wouldn't mind lazing about in bed with you for a time this morning. We will eventually need to get up and eat… I did not realize that you have freckles on your cheeks, Connor." Haytham responded, his eyes widening a little in surprise and delight. "Not, that I am complaining. The freckles are attractive." He almost said cute, but Haytham knew that Connor would pout and grumble at him for calling the other cute… and it might fluster the other a little as he knew that some people who had freckles hated it when someone commented about their spots. Uncomfortable about the attention they were getting about the attention that they were getting about them. Connor's freckles were fairly subtle, but Haytham still hoped that he hadn't flustered his son too much.
"Hmm? Oh, yeah. I do have freckles. They get darker when I'm out in the sun- in winter they almost disappear. If I wear shot sleeves, l will have freckles appear on my arms during the summer… and I always have freckled legs, too." Connor answered back, noticing the widening grin on his father's face. "What?"
"I… that's delightful." The older man responded, unable to hide the grin that tugged at his lips. Haytham pressed several light kisses. On Connor's face. "do you mind if I count them? I'd also live to see the freckles on your arms and legs… and then count them after summer has passed."
"…" Connor squinted at Haytham for a couple moments before nodding, content to indulge Haytham's request. It was a bit odd, but he didn't mind. "Alright… Don't you get freckled in sunshine?"
"No, I burn easily. That is why I never go anywhere without my hat. Although your grandfather freckled intensely in the light of the Caribbean sun, if his stories are to be believed." Haytham responded with a soft sigh, pressing a chaste kiss to the other's lips.
Connor responded back enthusiastically, drawing Haytham's lower lip between his teeth and lightly nibbling it the way that his father really liked. They pulled apart for air a little bit later, both of them just a little bit breathless.
A few moments later found Connor trying not to laugh as Haytham kept kissing him all over his cheeks- the gentle gestures of affection tickled and Connor wasn't sure of laughing would cause his father to stop. "Rake:ni, why are you doing that? Not that I want you to stop."
"I am counting your freckles and kissing each one I have counted." Haytham responded in a matter of fact tone of voice. "Unless you would rather I count them another way?" The older man responded, bright blue grey eyes full of mischief and love.
"I have no objections- I was just a little surprised. I love being showered in kisses like this… If I start laughing, it's because it tickles- those light kisses of yours." Connor answered earnestly as he happily let the other continue to kiss his freckles, enjoying the attention immensely. "Don't stop if I do though, unless I ask you to."
Haytham paused in kissing Connor long enough to say, "very well, I will keep that in mind. Relax and let me kiss you, love." His lips lightly brushed against Connor's skin as he spoke, a small smirk appearing on his face as he saw Connor shiver with anticipation beneath him.
Connor nodded happily as he let himself fully relax under his father's gently attentions, humming a little from time to time. He was happily in love and happily loved, and there was nothing else that he wanted, enjoying the easy affection. It hadn't always been this way, but Connor had no wish to dwell on their awkward stumbling towards the relationship that they now had. "I love you…"
"And I love you… If you fall asleep on me, I will stop kiss counting your freckles Connor." Haytham murmured, noting how relaxed they both were and happy for it. This had not been easy to achieve, but Haytham was glad that they had been able to find it.
"Mm… Noo…" Connor protested. He tried to wake up a bit more but, the bed was warm and his father close. His eyes fluttered shut after a couple dozen more kisses. He drifted back off to sleep with a smile on his face.
Haytham chuckled softly at Connor's reaction, smiling a little when he realized that the younger man was asleep. He gently tucked a stray lock of hair out of the other's face and observed Connor as he slept for a little while. Haytham decided that he would rather settle in bed next to Connor and try to sleep, rather than get up and possibly wake his lover in the process, sleep came easily.