"Gabriel..." Sam sing-songs, kissing his boyfriend's neck.
"Hmmf!" Gabriel groans, as he roles over on his back, "Wake up, Gabe." Sam continues kissing Gabriel's neck.
"No." He moans, opening his eyes to look at Sam, who has some of the messiest hair in the history of bed head. "I don't wanna get up." Gabe continues complaining.
Sam begins spreading butterfly kisses all across Gabriel's face, then finally, his lips. "Y'know..." Sam drags out his syllables, "They say miring sex is better than coffee, in more ways than one."
"Well, they both /do/ leave a bitter after taste." Gabriel replies.
"You're rude." Sam positions himself with his right arm next to Gabe's waist, and the left on the head bored. Sam kisses Gabe's neck again, bitting and licking, "And you're horny." Gabe giggles.
