"Nnnnnf.."
Suoh glanced up from the stack of paperwork in his lap and to his partner that lay next to him, who was finally waking at a very late hour in the morning. Nokoru lay on his stomach, his head turned slightly to the side so that breathing would be possible. He wore nothing but a pair of penguin-covered boxers, his hair mussed almost to its limit. Suoh looked the same way, except that his boxers were black, and his hair was almost disturbingly neat.
"Good morning." Suoh reached out to ruffle Nokoru's hair with his free hand, more to get it out of his eyes than anything, his other hand still working at the papers in his lap. Though he felt no obligation to finish them, for they were not his own, he didn't have anything else to do. He had already slept in far too late. He would later blame Nokoru for this. It was he who had turned off the alarm clock.
Nokoru smirked, turning his face into the touch and nipping at one of Suoh's fingers.
"What time is it?"
Suoh let his fingers trail down from Nokoru's temple to his ear, tucking a lock of hair behind the shell and continuing down to his neck, hovering over his pulse. "Ten A.M. We overslept."
Nokoru mentally shrugged that comment off. Though having missed another meeting now frustrated him, he felt no great loss.
"Well, that's too bad, I suppose." He tipped his head back to look at Suoh.
"I suppose." Suoh's fingertips slid down the length of Nokoru's neck and to his shoulder, laying his palm out flat against Nokoru's back. He was fascinated by the way Nokoru's muscles flexed and shifted beneath his skin. He let his hand glide to the other man's side, rubbing it gently, fondly. He loved the shiver that resulted when he did this; the soft vibrations on his fingertips.
Nokoru grinned smugly, his eyes straying to the stack of papers on the bed.
"To whom does that belong?"
"You."
"Mmm," Nokoru turned his head to bury it in the pillow, muffling a yawn. "I'm not surprised."