A/N - So... school's started up for me... :')
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Antonio sighed before he opened his eyes.
The blankets, soft and off-white, were pooling around Lovino and him, trapping their body heat and making Antonio feel more sleepy than he already was. His feet stuck out though, from all of their tossing and turning in the blankets, and were cold in the chilly morning air that their cheap fan tossed around in waves.
He shifted onto his side, towards Lovino and towards the window. Tucked his feet under the blankets. He blinked against the sunlight, muttering weak complaints as he draped his arm over Lovino, about his waist, and pressed the side of his face against his bare shoulder.
"Mm…?" Antonio hummed curiously, blinking again. He took a moment to focus before he simply stared.
The sheer white curtains let the morning sunlight slip into the room with ease, falling over the bed with a gentle warmth and a blinding glow. Lovino was sleeping to Antonio's right, undisturbed as he faced the rising sun.
He was shirtless, and Antonio tried to think back as to why that would be as he propped himself up enough to see if that was Lovino's crumpled t-shirt gracing the dusty floorboards or not. He could see pieces of the design faded and cracked from its numerous trips through the washer and the dryer, and decided that Lovino had woken up in the middle of the night when the summer heat was at its worst, and tossed it aside. But it was early morning, and Antonio wondered if Lovino was cold now that it had cooled down.
He sighed again and pulled Lovino closer to him under the blankets, smiling sleepily at the little mumble he heard past the mingled heartbeats and the blurring fan and the singing birds.
He closed his eyes, but not even dozing would come to him.
He stared again, past Lovino's slim shoulder to the world outside, before he found himself watching Lovino instead.
…
The sunlight fell over Lovino, giving him a peaceful glow.
His tanned skin was reduced to a warm, pale gold. Antonio could make out the faint dusting of freckles on his shoulders, but the sunlight harshly kissed the freckles on his cheeks and nose. His dark hair was unruly and soft, windblown strands of copper and gold and chocolate. Some hair was made up of frizzy and matted curls. His eyelashes graced his cheeks, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.
One hand rested on his pillow, the hand that had a small scar from a cooking accident. It was also the hand Antonio always kissed - he always kissed the scar. His nails were bitten and uneven, a habit Antonio knew Lovino hated having. His fingertips were always covered in colorful paint or ink, the edge of his hand smeared with graphite. Today the paint was a blend of pinks and oranges and blues. Sunset.
Lovino breathed lightly, lips a bit chapped and pink and bent into a small frown.
…
Antonio found Lovino's other hand under the blankets, holding it carefully in his own. He moved their arms to rest about Lovino's waist again. He smiled against Lovino's warm shoulder as he heard another mumble, before littering the area with quick, gentle kisses.
Lovino shifted, making a small noise as he blinked himself awake. He looked back at Antonio blearily. "The hell you doin'?" he mumbled. His voice was rough and sleepy.
Antonio continued with the little kisses, giving Lovino's hand a squeeze. "Loving you." he whispered back, smiling.
Lovino sighed, collapsing back against the bed. He hid his smile against his pillow.