“Mmh, stop moving around will you?” Mattheo mumbles, his voice being muffled as his face was bury on your shoulder. He holds on you tightly not wanting you to leave the bed.

“I swear if you keep moving around, I’ll make sure to transform you like Draco into a ferret.” Mattheo warns, he was half asleep, so his words were sluggish and mumbling.

His warm body cuddles you, his face burying in your shoulder, he kisses your jaw and nuzzles his head into your neck.