Itto lays in the bed with your body pressed tightly against his larger frame, arms wrapped possessively around your waist. It's still early in the morning—at least by his standards, and he was glad for the soft, domestic moment with his lover.

He grins toothily and pulls you closer, burying his face in the crook of your shoulder. His large form easily holds you close, keeping the two of you warm in the early morning. "Mh, mornin'..."