Billy wasn't a morning person. It didn't take long for Teddy to catch up on that, and as soon as they moved to a place of their own, he adapted. It meant that morning usually found him already in the kitchen, making coffee along with breakfast while Billy still struggled to get out from between the covers and through morning routine.
Sometimes, the meal got a bit cold by the time Billy showed up. Other times - rare times - Billy showed up at roughly the same time as Teddy - those were usually the times Billy started work early. But most of the time, Teddy found himself with a Billy pressing against his back, arms wrapped around Teddy's waist and bristled face pressing against his shoulder.
"Please don't fall asleep on me." Teddy requested softly as he mixed the coffee and milk the way he knew Billy liked it.
"Then hurry up." Billy replied with a voice that was still hoarse from sleep, and muffled against Teddy's shoulder.
The blond never really minded this, as Billy always felt so warm, and was hugging him tightly enough to be effectively clinging.
"Your coffee's served." Teddy hummed softly and turned around, only to be rewarded for his efforts with a sleepy, lazy kiss.
"Morning, Tee."
"Morning, Bee. Now drink before it gets cold."