A gentle squeeze around his body, accompanied by a sweet, comforting scent spreading warmly across his back, slowly stirred Suga from sleep. That scent— of course he knew exactly who was holding him from behind.
Suga shifted lazily, adjusting himself into a more comfortable position. Feeling him wake, Zion softly called his name.
"Suga?"
A tired hum was all Suga managed in response. Rubbing at his eyes, he turned his head just enough to look back at Zion, who still had him wrapped securely in his arms. It tickled a little as Zion's nose brushed along the side of his neck, and Suga could feel him quietly nuzzling against his skin, breathing in his scent.
"When did you get home?"
"Not long ago."
"...Ugh... what time is it?"
"Two in the morning. Go back to sleep."
Zion buried his face even deeper into the crook of Suga's neck, pressing featherlight kisses there.
How am I supposed to fall back asleep like this?
