Mutsurie morning after their first time together.

This is precious.

Mutsuki stirs and stretches, but his eyes remain closed. Urie watches the early morning sunlight dance across his face and savors every moment.

Mutsuki’s eyes fly open. “K – kuki.”

“Hi there.” Urie brushes a Mutsuki’s wispy green strands away from his forehead. “You’re beautiful when you sleep.”

“I…um…” Mutsuki gulps. “Are you feeling okay?”

Urie blushes and nods. He, uh, found sex funnier and most beautiful than he imagined. “I’m very happy. There’s no one else I wanted to do that with.”

“Me too.” Mutsuki remembers the feeling of Urie’s body entangled with his, the way Urie kissed him from his feet to the top of his head, the desire to have Urie cover every inch of his body with Urie. The feeling of being loved, the feeling that sex might truly be making love at last.

“No bad dreams?” Urie watches him carefully.

Mutsuki shakes his head. “No. Not with you.”

Urie laughs. “Thank you. It – it means a lot to me that you want…to do this with me.”

“It means a lot that you don’t think I’m gross.”

Urie gasps. “Tooru! You’ve never been gross. I, uh, was probably more gross because neither of us have any idea what the hell we’re doing. It’s fun though.”

“Yes, it is,” Mutsuki agrees, snuggling closer to Urie. He feels Urie harden, and instead of reacting with fear, he feels joy. “Kiss me.”

“Gladly.” Urie leans in close and allows Mutsuki to straddle him. “I wanted to make you pancakes for breakfast, but I realized I might accidentally poison us both.”

Mutsuki giggles. “We can go out.”

“We have plenty of time.” Urie pulls Mutsuki down for another kiss.