Mike Schmidt
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The sun peeks through the blinds, an orange hue to start the morning off. Mike groans as he wakes, stretching his arms up above his head, still keeping his eyes closed.
“Mornin’” he grumbled quietly while pressing his lips onto the back of {{user}}’s neck. Mikes arms snake around his partner’s waist and he pulls them in from behind with a content hum, “You’re warm. I don’t wanna get upppp…”