The sun was annoyingly bright, shining through the partially-opened curtains in their bedroom.
What is that thing anyway? Cecil thought groggily, Always shining and blinding me, the rude being.
Carlos shifted, his eyes fluttering open. "Cecil," he whined softly. "It's cold."
Cecil smiled slightly, pulling the blanket over Carlos' naked body. He'd thrown it away, leaving it to pile onto Cecil in the night.
"Silly Carlos," Cecil murmured, gathering his lover into his arms. "Good morning."
"G'mornin'," Carlos murmured in response, latching on to Cecil. "You're warm."
Cecil grinned. "That's because I've had twice the blanket all night."
Carlos muttered something under his breath. "I have temperature fluctuations, okay?"
"I know," Cecil chuckled. "I'm not complaining."
Carlos huffed and moved closer, running one of his hands over Cecil's thigh. "I like waking up to you naked," he murmured, sounding as if he would fall asleep again.
"Well, you fell asleep to me naked," Cecil reminded him.
"I know," Carlos smiled against Cecil's neck. "But usually when I do, I wake up to find you already dressed and with breakfast started."
Cecil smiled. "I know. Don't you like your breakfast in bed?"
Carlos giggled. "Of course I do," he smiled up at Cecil. "But I also like my Cecil in bed."
Cecil blushed lightly, kissing Carlos' nose softly. "Perfect, beautiful Carlos."
Carlos grinned wider, kissing Cecil. Cecil started, but didn't break away, pressing Carlos back into the pillows instead.
A small whimper escaped Carlos' lips as he tangled his fingers in Cecil's hair. Cecil smiled against his lips, pressing closer in response.
Carlos' tongue flicked against Cecil's bottom lip, making Cecil gasp lightly as he caught Carlos' tongue in his split one, delving into Carlos' mouth with abandon.
When he finally pulled away, Cecil was breathless. Carlos' face was flushed, and his eyes were very much awake and bright.
"I love you, Cecil," he giggled.
Cecil grinned, kissing Carlos' forehead. "I love you to, perfect Carlos."
