Asher awakens, soothed by the familiar heartbeat, that alone enough to make him wake slower, relaxed by the slow cadence of Nathaniel's breathing. He presses close, sliding an arm over Nathaniel's waist, nuzzling the back of his neck.
He smells like pack, like night and wolf, and above all, contentment. It's not something Asher can begrudge his lover, even if he wanted to.
Kissing Nathaniel's shoulder, Asher lies down, happy to let Nathaniel wake on his own, listening to him breathe.
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He smells like pack, like night and wolf, and above all, contentment. It's not something Asher can begrudge his lover, even if he wanted to.
Kissing Nathaniel's shoulder, Asher lies down, happy to let Nathaniel wake on his own, listening to him breathe.