The sun rays that shine through the roof of glass in Rafayels bedroom tickle your nose in a failed attempt to get you out of bed. It's your first free weekend in a month now and all you want is to sleep in and enjoy some relaxing days with your gorgeous boyfriend and much leisure time.

Unfortunately said love of yours is already awake and out of the room as the cold mattress on his side of the bed tells you.

With a disappointing grunt you turn around and pull the blanket over your tousled hair. Why in all seven seas is your fishy awake? Usually he is as lazy as you when it comes to cuddling up in his king-size bed.

But you decide to not care, you want to sleep in and just like that you shut your eyes and try to think of something that will lull you back into dreamland.

You're successfully dozed off, as you feel a weight dips down the foot end of the mattress and something moves up to you. A joyous and beautiful voice reaching out to you, stirring you out of your dizziness.

"Have you ever heard of the monsters who eat children that don't get out of bed?"

You blink lazily from beyond your blanket, seeing Rafayel dressed in his purple morning robe, crawling on top of you, his unique ocean eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Luckily I'm not a child." you mumble displeased but not without a little grin, pulling your face under the duvet again.

But your Lemurian boyfriend is unfazed by your unwillingness to get up as he hovers above your figure. A playful little smile tugs at his plush lips as he pulls the blanket from your face. And then his mouth is at your neck, nibbling teasingly at the sensitive skin beneath your ear.

„Om nom nom" he chuckles and in addition his violet strands of hair tickle and you start giggling helplessly under his approach to wake you up.

"Rafayel!" you laugh at him, freeing yourself from the blanket to shove him off.

But the artist doesn't budge, catches your wrists and pins them above your head with one of his hands. The other reaches down your waist and starts tickling you there with featherlight touches.

Wholehearted clear laughter soon fills the room, from you because he tickles the shit out of you and from him because he enjoys the situation so much. You squirm and wiggle beneath his slender figure but Rafayel holds you tightly in an iron grip, his knees securing your legs from kicking him off.

As your laughs and cackles turn more and more in breathless huffs, he lets up from you. Leaning into you on his elbows he spreads little sweet pecks all over your face.

"Is. My. Beautiful. Gorgeous. Girlfriend. Now. Ready. To. Have. Breakfast. With. The. Very. Talented. Love. Of. Her. Life?" every word escorted by one of his sweet little kisses.

And you giggle again, overwhelmed by his silly approach and the tenderness in his voice.

„Alright alright!" you squeak out, still trying to push against his chest to make him stop attacking you with his adoration. „You won! I'll get up." and you catch his handsome face with both your hands, cradling it tenderly.

The morning sun grants him an ethereal halo, setting soft golden hues on his hair and features, and you can't resist admiring the beautiful man that loves you with every part of his soul.

Leaning in you brush your lips over his before closing it to a kiss that shows how much you adore him. A soft hum of affirmation rumbles out of his throat as he retorts the gesture, changing it to a searing one that leaves you breathless as he finally retracts.