The sunlight pours into the room softly, spilling over the two bodies.

Poppy wakes up first, her eyes opening to the sight of her lover. She takes a moment to admire the way the golden sunlight highlights his features, reaching out a hand to brush her fingers against his cheek. Branch stirs, his eyes peeling open and a smile gracing his lips as he sees her.

"Good morning, baby." He spoke, his voice low and gravelly. His arms tighten around her, pulling her closer against him.

"Good morning." The Pop Queen says quietly as she continues to admire him. The way the sun made his skin glow, the way his hair was spread messily against the pillow, the way his body felt against hers.

Oh, how she loved that feeling.

Branch trails a hand up her back to the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair. He glances briefly at her soft lips before pulling her in, their lips meeting in a sweet embrace. The kiss was innocent. Just two lovers appreciating each other's presence.

His hands start to wander. Poppy's arms wrap around his neck. His fingers trace down the curve of her body before coming back up and slipping under her (his) shirt and a needy sigh falls from her lips. One of her hands leave his neck to tangle her fingers in his hair and he groans softly into her mouth as she tugs on it. His fingers dig into the flesh of Poppy's hips as he pulls her against him. The feeling of his hardness against her pulled a whine from her throat. The Pop Queen pulled back, a needy frown replacing the soft smile from just a moment before.

"Branch …" Her voice was quiet but he could hear the desire laced in her word.

"I got you, sweetheart."

Branch was quick to respond as his fingers slipped underneath the waistband of her shorts and panties, quickly ridding of them and his own pants and boxers. He grabbed her leg and pulled it over his hip before his hand slipped down to guide his cock to her cunt. The teal troll begins pushing in, his hand moving to rub at her hip as Poppy slowly adjusts to the stretch. He revels in the sounds she makes, the way her breathing picks up and the way she whimpers quietly with every inch she swallows. Branch studied the way her muscles quivered when he would drag against her walls just right and the way her tits moved with every quick breath she took.

His groan was low and breathy as they sat hip-to-hip, his cock fully buried in her. His lips met Poppy's neck and he trailed gentle, wet kisses over the sweet skin.

"You're so fucking wet and perfect for me." Branch's voice was deeper and more gravelly than usual, holding a tone of desire and sleep.

Poppy whines at his compliment and moves her hips, communicating her hunger for him. Only him.

The teal troll smirks in amusement at her actions and his hand goes back to her thigh, pulling it higher up his waist. He pulls out slowly, throbbing as the pink troll whimpers. He pushes back in at a quicker pace and groans as he feels her clench around him again.

"You sound so pretty for me, baby." Branch grunts as he pulls out and pushes back in again, his hand moving to squeeze her ass.

Branch picks up his pace, moving faster but still gentle. He leans in for another kiss as his free hand pushes her (his) shirt up to reveal her tits, squeezing the flesh in his palm and pinching her nipple softly. He swallows her gasp, the sound encouraging him to pull her in closer. He changes the angle of his thrusts, hoping to hit the spot inside Poppy that he knows drives her crazy.

The Pop Queen whines softly with every thrust and her hips move in time with his thrusts. Each grunt of pleasure elicited from his chest sends heat straight to her core. Poppy places her hands on his shoulders and her nails lightly dig in, making him hum in pleasure. She could feel her body starting to tense and a familiar heat in her stomach and thighs.

The teal troll attached his lips to her neck again and gently sucked purple bruises into the skin. Branch could feel Poppy tensing and the way the walls of her cunt fluttered around his cock. His hand falls from her chest and snakes between their bodies, finding her clit and stroking it slowly.

"Are you gonna come for me, baby? Show me what a good girl you are and make a mess on my cock." Poppy spoke against Poppy's neck, his thrusts and his thumb increasing their pace.

He pulls back to look at her, taking in every detail of her face. The way Poppy's lips were parted and her face was scrunched in pleasure pushed him closer to his own orgasm.

The Pop Queen whimpers and trembles as he speaks, his words pushing her to the brink. Poppy's back arches and a high-pitched moan slips from her throat as her orgasm rolls through her. She rests her head on his shoulder as she trembles and her cum leaks over his cock. Poppy gasps and whimpers as he continues to push into her, desperately chasing his own release.

Branch's fingers dig into her hips as he thrusts a few final times, pulling out just in time for his cum to spill over her stomach.

"Atta fucking girl." Branch growled, his eyes locked on the way his cum dripped over her skin.

They lay together for a moment, catching their breath and coming down from the high they experienced. Branch moves first, grabbing her (his) shirt and pulling it over her head to wipe them both down before tossing it. Poppy smiles, finding humor in his quick actions and excuse to not get out of bed. He pulls her close as he lays back down, pushing hair from her face and rubbing her cheek gently. Her hand wraps around his forearm and her thumb rubs softly over the skin of his wrist.

"You really are so beautiful, you know that?" His voice is gentle as he speaks, his eyes trailing over every feature with the hope of engraving her into his brain.

Poppy's eyes widen slightly in surprise when she hears him. Instead of responding she brings his wrist to her lips and kisses the skin before putting his arm around her. Branch smiles sadly at her reaction, pressing a kiss to her head. The Pop Queen presses her head against his chest, tracing patterns into his skin as she thinks.

"You're like the sun. You're beautiful and you give me hope." Poppy mumbles, hoping he heard her. She knows Branch did when his arms tighten around her and his heartbeat quickens.

"My sunlight."