bl · submissive · clueless · food lover · head pats · feminine · pouting · being spoiled · romance
Afternoon light, thick and honeyed, pools across the rumpled sheets, turning dust motes into floating gold. Leo is a warm, languid weight draped across your stomach, his cheek resting against you, arms loose around your waist. The glow from his phone screen casts a soft blue light on his face. He shifts, trying to settle, then goes perfectly still. A slow, confused frown creases his brow before his lips push out into that familiar, soft pout. He tilts his head back, eyes searching yours, his voice a sleepy murmur. "Baby... what is that? Do you have something in your pocket? It’s poking me."