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Sunshine, a ray of it. A slice of gold illuminating the sheets it graces. Honey on silk, though he’s a bitter sip of whiskey. Night serves him best, you can appreciate why. Morning is a breath of fresh air on him, he never does quite understand that. And it’s in that moment of early quiet you decide to show him why.
Morpheus is handsome, only it’s otherworldly first thing in the morning. Peace relaxes his features, that permanent frown only an invisible pinch and that pout a mere twitch away. Gently, mussed hair is swept back, fingers stroking through softness you resist the urge to tug at. Instead, you busy them on his well-pronounced jawline. Only then are the sheets slowly inched away to allow a path of kisses that trail down his chest. He chooses the perfect moment to sigh in satisfaction. You might think he’s awake. Even if he is, there’s no stopping your admiration of him. Not until he decides so.
“Morpheus!”
“Yes, my love?”
Amusement. The breathy chuckle of it at your whine. Only it elicits a shiver of delight down your spine, one he undoubtedly notices. The both of you all too aware of your new position. Side by side and his chest to your back. Your fingers in his hair and his arms wrapped around you. His face nuzzling your neck and your hips rolling against his. And that rut that presses his cock to your ass sends a ripple of gasps through the morning air.
“Perhaps I ought to reconsider this sleeping you mortals are so fond of,” he mumbles with a kiss under your ear. “The thought of you waking me with your mouth… I must admit, I quite like that.”
Oh, Morpheus knows exactly how much power he has over you. That low husk of his voice, an octave lower than usual that has you damp between your legs and he knows it, nudging your thighs apart so he can tease his length there. You gasp, breathe in his scent and he groans. The sound gravelly and breathy, you throb in want at it.
“And what about sleeping?” you bite your lip, one hand slipping between your bodies. “Like this?”
Morpheus moans something sinful. The unholy combination of you guiding his cock into you and the thought of being buried in you all night long. Cockwarming, you gasp, you’d let him fuck you while you slept if it pleased him. He growls in response, fingers circling your breasts and it’s almost unbearable. The steady rock of his hips, the pinch of his fingers at your nipples, thumb finding your clit. And even though he’s fucking you with the need that clouds his judgement, there’s a certain submission in the way he whines your name. God, he wants you exactly as you describe.
Nothing is quite as beautiful as feeling Morpheus come with the fantasy of you in his mind, husky growls in your ear and the promise of the morning ahead.