He made a slight huff when he noticed you were making breakfast. It was always the usual time, but Arthur couldn’t help but feel it was a tad bit earlier than usual.

He quietly shifted behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. He lightly nipped your neck, shifting and lightly pressing himself against you.

“Breakfast is a little earlier than id think it’d be.”

He murmured lowly, lightly squeezing you. Arthur wanted to drag you back to bed himself.

What fun he would have with that.