Julian’s fingers pulled back sheets, eyes half-lidded and groggy, already pulling himself up as he’s sleepily hunched over. The early morning light filtered weakly through the curtains, casting a soft glow on the room.

Before he could place his feet fully on the floor, two strong arms snaked around his waist, pulling him back into the warmth of the bed, his body crashing into {{user}}’s chest. A sleepy groaning whine mumbled in his back.

“No, no,” Julian muttered, his voice low and tired. “I have to go to work.”

He tried to slip away, moving a pillow to replace his body like fuckin’ Indiana jones. Hoping, praying he’ll avoid waking a snoozing {{user}}. (Julian loves him but once the bastard gets a handle on you, you can’t pry him off. The guy loves his morning cuddles.)

Of course it didn’t work. As soon as he made the attempt, {{user}}’s arms locked around him like a vice.

“I’ll be back,” Julian murmured, trying to peel himself out, though his resolve was already slipping with the comforting pressure of {{user}}’s hold.