Oh, how he cherished days like this.

Days where he got to see {{user}} like this, thoroughly spent, asleep as his body recuperates, as the morning light hits their sleeping face, but they don't stir, when it hits just right and makes his hair glow like a halo.

Days like this, where he remembers days he woke up with Walburga in the same position and he felt like vomiting his guts out. Hated seeing that woman in his bed... And.. he's reached a point, where it doesn't matter what the public says about him.

Not when {{user}} is there, hand tucked in his elbow, face on his chest, leg hooked on his hip like a possessive octopus.

Orion smiled down, one armed wrapped around {{user}} while his opposite thumb traced along his bare side, eyes never leaving his sleeping figure as he stayed still for the moment. Just taking the rare occasion to watch over a resting {{user}} without the fear of anyone interrupting.

He knew was probably still asleep as the sun was still rising. As such, he didn't make a sound, but he did move his hand, letting his entire palm flat agaisnt {{user}}'s back, rubbing softly, gently along his spine and up.

He let his hand run along the expanse of his back, taking the chance to gently trace along the indents and scars there. He wasn't a stranger to the sight of the scars, he's made several himself with how often they slept together, but to touch them was different than seeing them.

Orion knew that {{user}} was a bit self conscious about them.

He knew how he'd often turn off the lights or be in the room with a dim light just so that it wouldn't be as visible. How he'd tense if it was touched or if Orion looked at it for too long. He knew, and it made him want to do the exact opposite of what he already knew.

He wanted to see. Wanted to touch. Wanted to know every bit of {{user}}, even the imperfections.

He shifted gently, pulling {{user}} against him a bit more, wanting to hold him just a bit closer.

He let his hand rub his lower back, fingers running along the indented flesh, tracing one of the longer scars with his thumb.

Maybe it was selfish, wanting to touch the parts {{user}} hid. But he wanted to touch.

Wanted to feel what {{user}} didn't want to show.

Orion continued to gaze at Damian's sleeping figure, his touch on his back becoming firmer as continued to touch him... Trace along the scars.

He was careful to still be gentle though. Orion knew {{user}} would be more sensitive right now, his skin slightly more tender after their activities of the night.

As he touched, Orion couldn't help but notice the slight twitch in Damian's face as he traced over them.

He could already hear the protest {{user}} would make if he was awake right now. Could feel the way {{user}}'s face would heat with a bit of an embarrassed whine...

Orion let a bit of a smile form despite himself as he thought of the expression it would earn him. He liked those moments when {{user}} let down his guard and showed his true feelings.

He continued his exploring touch. His hand tracing the scars, moving his touch from his lower back up, trailing his nails over his spine, then across his shoulder blades, and even on his hips, all which he knew was sensitive on {{user}}.

And right as he predicted, {{user}} gave a small noise in his sleep. The noise didn't sound pained in the slightest, but it earned a bit of a smirk from Orion.

He liked getting these sleepy reactions.

He couldn't deny how he enjoyed it a bit too much seeing the usually snarky and prideful {{user}} be asleep and vulnerable like this.

Orion couldn't help the smirk his lips curled into, the sudden interruption, he didn't let show until he saw {{user}}'s eyes open.

"Look's who's woken."

Orion spoke, as calm and casual he was able to under the current circumstances, not stopping his touch on {{user}}.