The sun streamed in through the velvet curtains that lined the windows of Peter's grand room, the gothic shades becoming gastly in the golden glow.

In the silky depths of his four poster bed, Peter lay asleep, one arm wrapped around {{user}}'s waist, his face pressed into the red silk pillows on an odd angle that had all his long, inky hair flowing around his face and bare back. Tito was nestled into the pillows, loafing and purring like a happy little cat.

The red silk sheet was rumbled, half pulled up around him and {{user}}, exposing Peter's shirtless torso to the fresh morning air.