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Smile
Harry Potter loved Sunday mornings most.
He smiled sleepily at his lover Tom Riddle who was sitting on the edge of the bed and was busy rubbing the sleep from his eyes. His eyes ran appreciatively over his back and the long red lines that ran over it – lines that Harry's nails had left two nights before.
'Good morning,' he said, voice cracking because of the lack of use. He wound his arms around Tom's torso and Tom grunted a gruff ' 'morning' in return. Tom was a horrible morning person, but that didn't mean Harry was. He was just so happy to wake up next to the person he loved most.
He rested his cheek on Tom's shoulder blade and Tom's hands came to rest on top of his. The tall man yawned.
Harry would love to say that Tom was so tired because they had been up all night making love, but unfortunately that hadn't been the case. Tom had been working on that building he had been designing until at least 2 in the morning. When Harry had gotten out of bed to pee, he had seen him resting his head on the desk. He had fallen asleep on top of his sketches.
Tom was a successful architect and Harry was a med-student. They had met each other at a party at Harry's friend Hermione's house – Tom had come over because he was friends with Hermione's boyfriend, Scabior. Hermione had pretty much forced them together with the way she had constantly gotten them into situations in which they'd wind up being alone together, but… in a way, Harry was really glad she had.
He was happy with Tom, like this.
'Breakfast?' he asked and Tom released a long drawn out sigh. He had dark circles under his eyes when he turned his head and he looked so much unlike his normal poised self that it made Harry's heart swell with pride to know that this man didn't mind being in this state in front of him.
'Only if you make coffee,' he murmured, sounding like he indeed needed his daily amount of caffeine and maybe a bit more. Harry smiled and nodded, pressing a soft kiss against his cheekbone.
'I will. And toast – butter and cheese, right?'
Tom hummed and leaned backwards, kissing Harry softly.
'I have no idea what I did to deserve you,' he murmured appreciatively, hands running down Harry's bare chest. Harry laughed against his lips and pushed a bit at his chest, enjoying how his skin felt underneath his palm, 'but I obviously shouldn't stop doing it.'
'You could take a shower for starters,' Harry said though Tom didn't smell bad at all. Contrary, actually – Harry liked that lingering scent of his cologne on his skin, and the slight scruff of the stubbles on Tom's face. He loved how masculine his lover was.
Tom hummed again and pushed himself up, seeming to be in a better mood. 'Will you join me?'
Harry grinned and that seemed to be all that Tom needed to get up. He stretched his limbs and Harry's nose wrinkled up when he heard his joints pop. Tom just chuckled when Harry chucked a pillow at his head, catching it in midair. Tom seemed in a significantly better mood than usual, to be honest, and Harry was just glad he wasn't glaring at any objects right now. Tom got sort of creepy when he did that.
Harry got up from bed as well and he huffed when Tom ruffled his hair, flipping him off. The suggestive smirk at Tom's lips told him that he was unfortunately not very offended and as soon as he was in the bathroom Tom attacked his neck.
Harry had the feeling Tom liked Sunday mornings as well.
And Tom didn't really tell him this, but the real reason why he usually wasn't a morning person was because it meant leaving the bed and having to leave Harry.