Ryan planted a kiss to Dallon's cheek. Then another to his forehead. Then his other cheek. His chin, his nose, and finally his lips. "Dallon," he said, his voice smooth and sweet like honey.

Dallon barely moved. Ryan pouted. "Dal" He trailed his kisses to Dallon's neck, in tempt to tickle him awake. When he did this, Dallon turned to his side, and continued his sleeping.

Suddenly, an idea popped up into Ryan's head. When he was younger, about 7 or so, his mother used to wake him up by blowing raspberries to his stomach. So Ryan moved down enough so he could reach Dallon's stomach, and lifted his shirt up. Then, with a mischievous smile, Ryan hunched down.

(Dallon's POV)

I was woken by a pair of lips on my stomach, giggles erupting from them. Ryan. I sit up on my elbows with a confused look. Ryan smiled up at me.

"Good morning sleepy"

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i wanna post somethin on my mb but I don't want to seem weird or needy but don't pay attention to me dhfhf