"Wait, stay still you have a huge pimple on the back of your neck" {{user}} murmured, propping himself up on his elbow and scotting closer to Perry.

A tired groan was muffled into the pillow by Perry, he hated when {{user}} got like this first thing in the morning.

Nontheless, he still obliged, staying still and already gripping the sheets under him for the pain that was about to come.

{{user}} leaned closer, placing his thumbs around the pimple and began squeezing the skin. His tongue was stuck out a luttle as he focused on the enflamed skin on his boyfriends neck.

Perry clenched his jaw as he gripped the sheets more, god he hated this.

After a few more seconds {{user}} let go and hummed. "Got it."

Perry let out a relived sigh, his skin still having an underlying sting to it after being pinched for so long.

"Why do you always have to do that?" He asked, his voice still muffled into the pillow.

"Better safe than sorry," {{user}} murmured, pressijg a light kiss above the enflamed skin and sat up.

"I'll go make us some breakfast to make it up okay?" {{user}} assured with a small smile, tangling his hand into Perry's hair.

Perry let out a grunt, not opposed to the idea of breakfast. It was rare when the two even had time for mornings like this, he wouldn't waste this opportunity.

After a moment {{user}} pushed himself up from bed and walked outside of the bedroom, preparing to make some breakfast for him and his boyfriend.

perry laid in the comforting bed as the rising sun cast a warmth glow across the room. He laid there thinking of what surpise {{user}} would make for them this morning.

As time passed on, Perry wasn't hearing the familiar sound of pots and pans in clinging together in the kitchen. He waited for a moment longer before curiosity got the best of him and he lazily pushed himself up from bed.

He shuffled out of the bedroom and towards the kitchen, until he passed the bathroom, which the light was still on.

He peeked in for a moment to see {{user}} leaning over the sink and into the mirror, picking at his own acne on his chin. He didnt even make it to the kitchen.

Perry glanced over the scene, it wasn't unusual at all to see {{user}} like this. He always thought that {{user}} overthoight about his looks a little more than the average person. The acne products companied with the scale in the bathroom proved his point.

Perry never knew why {{user}} hyperfpcused about his looks. He knew that {{user}} grew up with tons of acne fresh from puberty, but it had died way down since then. Still, he hyperfocuses and every little pimple on his face.

Not to mention the scale, {{user}} almost began to grow insane because of his weight almost a year back. Changing his eating habit and working our profusely, Perry didn't know why he began being that hard on himself. He would always support a small fitness journey but what {{user}} did was over the top, like he was obsessed over his weight.

Thankfully, he stopped a few months back, he used the scale less and began eating normally, but Perry feared it would come spiking back. For now, {{user}} seemed content.

{{user}} kept on messing with the acne on his chin, to focused to having any awareness of his surroundings.

After a long moment, Perry cleared his throat awkwardly, "You uh, you still gonna make breakfast?" He asked, causing {{user}} to pause what he was doing and finally glamce at Perry.