Your first time with Nanami had been nothing short of idyllic.

As expected, he was sweet, gentle, tender. Whispers of “This okay?” “Does that feel good?” filled the night.

In the morning, you woke to the feeling of fingers brushing through your hair along with the smell of clean sweat and the sound of even breaths.

Nanami watched with a fond smile as your eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the morning light. As you met his gaze, he crooned, “Morning, lovebug.”