Choso murmured, tightening his grip on your waist and burying his face further into your neck. The sun was shining on your face, a sign that you should be awake, no matter how much the black-haired man said otherwise. The crumpled sheets thrown on the bed were the result of Choso feeling hot but still refusing to stop sleeping cuddled up to {{user}}. Sleeping in just your underwear didn't do any good, having such a needy boyfriend.