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Started December 13, 2018 by Deleted user

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(sure, for kaye or simon?)

Kaye still hadn’t woken up, his small frame curled up against Simon as soft breathes escaped him. He had always been a heavy sleeper, so it took quite some time to wake him up.

(It’d be kinda cool to see more of Kaye’s background, but up to you)

Simon smiled as a warm feeling unfurled itself in his chest, craning his head to check the time. 9:00… they’d slept in. He gently prodded at Kaye’s temple with his nose, trying to wake him up.

(okay, we’ll do kaye then)

Kaye scrunched his nose up at the feeling of someone trying to wake him up, though his eyes finally decided to open after a few moments. Still tired and not in much control of his movements, he slung an arm around Simon, still trying to stay as close to them as possible.

(G’morning)

“Hey, sleepyhead,” Simon murmured in greeting, brushing a kiss across his forehead. “It’s time to wake up..”

Kaye hummed, glancing up towards Simon, his eyes still squinted sleepily. "Hey…" He murmured with a yawn, meaning to press a kiss to the other man's jaw, though he missed badly and instead planted one on their collarbone instead.

Well… that definitely woke him up. Feeling an electric shock pass through him, Simon leaned down to kiss Kaye softly. "C'mon, sleepy, it's past nine."

“I like that…nickname,” Kaye murmured sleepily, though began to sit up as he ran a hand through his mussed hair.

“I prefer Kaye-Kaye,” Simon teased, removing Kaye’s hand from his hair. “And leave it, your hair looks amazing when it’s messy.”

Kaye pouted dramatically at the nickname, though felt his cheeks warm lightly at the new compliment. He dropped his hands, letting his hair be in its natural bed head style, deciding that he would listen to Simon. After all, their opinion was all that mattered to him right now.

Simon leaned forward and kissed him softly, offering a drowsy grin. “There we go.”

Kaye met Simon’s lips, kissing them for a few moments before pulling away, a lopsided smile on his features. “You’re cute when you’re sleepy,” he hummed.

“Mm, so are you,” he mumbled back, burying his face in his boyfriend’s chest. Even if he hadn’t been hopelessly enamoured with the man across from him, Simon was usually softer in the mornings, his bedhead making him appear slightly younger.

“You’re even cuter,” Kaye murmured, pressing a small kiss to Simon’s temple as he ran a hand through their hair, enjoying the way that they seemed so soft in the mornings— softening the crease in Simon’s brow and the usual hardness in their eyes.

“Not possible…” Simon murmured, words muffled by Kaye’s— well, his— sweater. “And this sweater.. you look adorable in it… keep it..”

"Mm, it's totally possible," Kaye hummed playfully, a soft hint of a smile crossing his face at Simon's words. He wrapped his arms around the other, placing more kisses across Simon's jaw and neck, soft, loving brushes against their skin.

Simon nuzzled Kaye gently, letting out the softest of sighs each time his boyfriend’s lips brushed his skin. Each touch was like a healing elixir, lovingly patching up each scar, one by one.

"Should we get up now?" Kaye murmured, still continuing to press small, airy kisses to Simon's skin. Even if he didn't want to get up, he knew that they would have to eventually.

“I guess we have to…” Simon groaned, scrunching up his nose and forcing himself to pull away from Kaye. “Wish we didn’t..”

"Me too, babe…" Kaye started with a small yawn, wincing almost unnoticeably as the small nickname his mouth. How would Simon react to that? Sure, he had called a few of his last boyfriends that, though he was still a little anxious to how the other man would react.

Simon blinked as he registered the nickname, his face breaking open into a huge smile. “Say that again. Call me that again.”

"Babe," Kaye repeated, his own broad smile spreading onto his own face at Simon's contagious one. Did they like it? That's a stupid question. Simon wouldn't make him repeat it if they hadn't liked it.

Simon’s grin was goofy, dorky, and ridiculously wide, but he couldn’t make himself stop. “Babe.” He tried it out on his tongue. “I really, really like it when you call me that.”

“You do?” Kaye questioned, leaning forward as he searched Simon’s face, though didn’t even wait for an answer. “I really love it when you smile like that, babe,” he hummed, using the word once again as he pressed a soft kiss to Simon’s lips.

Simon’s cheeks went red, his smile only widening against the kiss as euphoria bubbled up inside him. “What can I call you?” he murmured into the kiss.

“Anything you want,” Kaye murmured between kisses, hands settling on Simon’s waist, comforted by the simple feeling of the other under them.

“Mm.. is sweetheart too cheesy? Should I just stick to babe and baby?” he mumbled, still smiling.

“Hm, baby sounds nice,” Kaye mumbled, leaning against Simon tiredly, a small blush crossing his cheeks at the thought. Would Simon actually call them that?

“Perfect.” Simon pulled back from the kiss, continuing to hold Kaye in his arms. “I’m glad you like it, baby.”