Honestly, mornings are perfect.
This crossed Vanitas' mind every morning. It was the second thought to enter his mind when he woke up and 'can't wait 'till morning' was his second last thought before falling asleep. Of course, his first and last thoughts were always devoted to the sleeping bundle of angel beside him.
Vanitas always woke up first; which was just fine with him. Because waking up first meant having that extra half hour to memorise all over again the soft contours of his angel's face, how his lips curved so evenly in line with his jaw or how his large eyes would twitch even when deep in sleep. He loved looking at the long, soft lashes brushing Ventus' cheekbones, how they made his cheeks seem even pinker because of how dark they were.
But just as Vanitas felt he had looked long enough, and it was time for the angel to wake up and make his morning that much more perfect, he would reach over and carefully run his fingers through the soft hair that grew around Ventus' ears, following the shape of the lobe around to the nape of his neck, before pulling his hand back and starting again.
That's when Ventus' eyes would squeeze together in his sleep, his head would nuzzle into the touch, lifting off the pillow and grunting slightly, before his eyelids would peel back and Vanitas would get his first glimpse of those bright, blue eyes. Ventus' eyes would adjust, focus on Vanitas, before smiling up at him, warmth and love spread across his features and Vanitas simply melting at the sight.
That's when Vanitas would move a little closer, cup Ventus' face with his palm and bury his forehead in blonde bangs, their eyes level, still full of sleep and happy, gazing at each other.
"G'morning, Angel," Vanitas would say.
"G'morning Demon," Ventus would reply.
Suddenly their feet would find each other's under the sheets. Vanitas grazing his foot up and down Ventus' ankle, making sure to go far enough down to play and tickle his toes a little. Ventus would do the same with Vanitas' other foot, his body moving forward so he was braced up against Vanitas' chest.
This is when thing could go three ways.
One: Vanitas would take hold of Ventus' waist, turning them over so he was lying on top, his lips already on that sweet face, covering it with butterfly kisses before finding Ventus' lips, sucking on his bottom lip where things would escalate from there.
Or two: Ventus would push Vanitas until his was lying flat on the mattress, where Ventus would crawl on top of his demon, kissing his shoulders and his neck and his hair, before finding his lips, kissing slowly and sensually, before continuing to strip them both naked and letting things escalate of their own accord.
And then there was always the third option: where Ventus would continue to nuzzle into Vanitas' chest, Vanitas covering the angel with his arms, pulling him closer and burying his face in the golden strands. Ventus would mumble something along the lines of 'I'm still sleepy' and Vanitas would chuckle before saying 'you can go back to sleep, but you have to dream about me'. And they would both sleep in until midday.
But on the off day, when neither of these options seemed any worse than the other, they would opt for all three. Vanitas quickly stripping Ventus' shirt off, bracing himself over the blonde and starting already working on creating some very impressive love bites on his neck. After that round, Ventus would roll them over, and take his turn on top, Vanitas relaxing and watching lustily as the angel corrupted himself over and over on top of him. And after round two, they would both collapse back into the array of sheets and pillows, wound up completely in each other's arms and the love and warmth they found there, sleeping away the afternoon, and sharing together the afterglow of something so perfect; just another morning.