Sunlight
The morning light filtered softly through the curtains. Harry slowly blinked his eyes open, the comfort of Tom's presence keeping him from wanting to fully wake up. He shifted slightly, feeling the soft of his green pajamas against his skin, and immediately realized that Tom’s arm was draped loosely around his waist.
Tom, still half-asleep, let out a low hum, pulling Harry closer, their bodies pressed together, like they had done this a thousand times before.
Harry smiled to himself, his cheek resting against Tom’s chest. The rise and fall of Tom’s breathing was steady, almost hypnotic. His hand rested on Tom’s arm, fingers brushing against the smooth skin.
“Morning,” Tom murmured, his voice deep and a little rough from sleep. He tightened his hold on Harry just slightly, as though he wasn’t ready to let him go yet. “Sleep well?”
Harry nodded against him, not wanting to move. “Better than I have in ages,” he admitted quietly.
Harry found himself tracing small circles on Tom’s arm, a mindless motion that seemed to make Tom relax even more.
Tom shifted slightly, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to the top of Harry’s head. “We should probably get up soon,” he said, though there was no urgency in his tone.
Harry chuckled, shaking his head against Tom’s chest. “I’m not ready yet,” he whispered, tilting his head slightly to look up at Tom. “This feels too good."
Tom’s lips curved into a lazy smile. He glanced down at Harry, fingers brushing through the messy locks of Harry’s hair. “Then we won’t move,” he chose simply, his tone laced with affection.
He snuggled closer, resting his head once again on Tom’s chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.
“I like waking up like this,”
Tom’s arm wrapped more securely around Harry, his thumb idly stroking his side. "I know."