"Good morning," he said placing a soft kiss on Kihyun’s neck, his voice deeper than usual, gravely from sleep.

Kihyun tilted his head back so he could see the love of his life more clearly, "Good morning, beautiful," he said back, kissing Changkyun on the lips this time, and smiling at the slight blush that had crept up his neck and dusted his cheeks at the compliment he'd given him.

Kihyun turned back to the stove and continued his work, pouring the batter, waiting, spreading Nutella on the finished pastries, putting them on a plate, and finally, sprinkling them with powdered sugar.

Changkyun kept his arms around his husband, placing small kisses at the base of his neck, marvelling when he received a slight shiver in return.

Kihyun loved the feeling of his husband wrapped around him, showering him with chaste pecks. He loved the warmth of the youngers larger, muscled frame around his own, smaller, less noticeably toned body. The way the other seemed to hover over him, almost swallowing him into his chest, as if protecting him from some kind of unforeseen danger made him feel just how much he was loved.