why does it have to be you?

XI. smitten with you.

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Soft sunlight cracks through the curtains the next morning. Comfortable warmth permeated through the prince's room that lulled them more to sleep, paired with the warmth of their own bodies against each other under the covers.

War's cheeks felt warmer, as the sun was kissing his cheek more as time ticked further, and this made him stir in his sleep.

He sees his husband staring right through him as soon as he opens his eyes, which makes him yelp a little.

Oh, right. We're.. together now. With feelings?

“Good morning, pretty.” Anan greets him with his voice octaves lower than his usual speaking voice.

War was sure it would take him a while to get used to this.

“M-morning..” War awkwardly smiles as his husband leans close and pecks his lips long. He feels butterflies erupt in his stomach as he presses his lips against his. “You're up early..”

“Yeah, just used to it I guess. And it's actually nice to watch you sleep peacefully. You're like a cat, but also a puppy. Puppykitty?” Anan softly chuckles as he pulls War close.

“Not you coming up with names to call me now, hm? Anyway, what time is it? We need to prepare.” War rests his chin on Anan's chest as he looks up at him.

“Don't look at me like that, you know I can write a letter to the school to ask us to be excused. So that we can just stay here and you know….” Anan wiggles his eyebrows suggestively as War laughs and blushes, then lightly smacks his chest, void of any force.

“Shut up, oh my gosh. What have I gotten into?” War laughs, his voice still a little throaty as he hides his face on Anan's neck.

“What were you thinking? I just wanted to cuddle.” Anan grins as War shakes his head.

“Sure, cuddle. Anyway, for now, we have so many projects to finish. So move.” War couldn't wipe the smile off his face as he slowly sat up with Anan begrudgingly following.

“Let's shower together to save time.”

War groans playfully. “Last night we were supposed to just clean up but when you… You almost..”

War blushes as he remembers what happened last night before they slept.

Anan finally pulled out of him as they stood under the shower.

He cleaned up War thoroughly as promised, but was so tempted as he watched his cum slip out of his husband's hole when he made him bend over a little.

War felt the tension and heard Anan's breath hitch behind him, so he turned around and suddenly told him he could manage to clean himself down there.

“Don't remind me. I should be commended for that amount of self-control though.” Anan grins as he stands up.

“Okay, self-control expert. Go ahead and prepare now. I'll bathe in my room to save time.”

“Told you, we should just shower together.”

“Stop pushing your luck, Anan. See you later.” War sticks his tongue out and walks out of the prince's room, making way to his room as it has its own bathroom as well.

Anan watches him disappear through the door with a grin.

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