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[tepidblood]

Title: Mornings don't love you, but I do. Summary: Izuru wakes up early and inadvertently wakes up Rose too; Rose is rather forgiving. Pairing: Rozuru Word Count: 1.5k Notes: Part of the Rozuru Mafia AU Warnings: N/a

Izuru wakes up without ceremony, the light biting at the frosted window pane starting to glare into his face, a sign he had been forgetful the night before. It was chilly in the mornings, a fact that would slowly become fiction as it just became flat out cold no matter the hour of day. With some nice clothes and maybe a scarf the chill was nice, it would wake him up as he walked and chase any night time sluggishness away. Without those clothes however, or a desire to rouse himself from the bed, he was cursing the chilliness. He was also cursing his habits of being an early bird, because a squint at the light was telling him it was still several hours from when he needed to wake up; damn it.

He has to sit up and twist under the blankets to look at the clock, which was on the bedside table opposite his side of the bed. The lean body that was still asleep beside him stirred only as he leaned over him, reaching to grab the ticking contraption and bring it close enough for him to properly read the tiny hands. Yes, it was still a good two hours before he needed to be up, and disdain of such a fact makes him a bit clumsy. He did not set the clock down as gently as he wanted, the bell reverberating far too noisily for his taste, and his hand smarts from where he smacks the top to silence it; too late. Rose was already beginning to stir, somehow trained to rouse just for that infernal clock (and nothing else), and Izuru didn’t have enough time to slip back under the covers and play innocent.

He does move back so Rose can roll over, the Capo having rolled to his side at some point in the night. Violet eyes were heavily hooded, unwilling to part at their lids and gaze at any semblance of the day. Rose’s hair was a mess, which is probably at least partially his fault. They hadn’t done much the night before, only enough to leave Izuru with a pleasant twinge of strain on the back of his thighs from spreading his legs over Rose’s arms. Trying to keep his hands out of Rose’s hair was a fruitless task, especially if the older blond would dip his face down and nibble at his neck. The soft waves of gold were more of a tawny straw color in the bleary morning light, the waves having been crumpled and pressed into awkward curls from where Rose had buried his face into the pillows. To see the man, always so powerful and in control, look so disheveled was rather endearing; he enjoyed seeing Rose look so human.

He realizes he was staring when a hand snakes up into his own hair, tugging with lack luster force, and he falls gently beneath the touch. Being brought down to kiss Rose wasn’t a bother, he had been thinking about it anyway, and he’s tired enough he doesn’t even lick his lips before he allows their lips to touch. The kiss is soft and dry, Rose sighing out of his nose as fingers skim down from the back of Izuru’s head down to the back of his neck and pretend to hold him there; they fail to do so when he draws back from the embrace. “I didn’t mean to wake you.” His statement is an apology in some kind of way, the apology that meant more than some of the ones he would utter to others. It comes paired with a gentle touch to a sharp cheek bone, fingers with well-trimmed nails skimming down over the Capo’s lips and touching his waxing smile. Rose was still half asleep, Izuru could tell with how the right side of his face was drooping a little, but that was endearing as well; vulnerability is a gift.

”Are you going to make it up to me?” Ring heavy fingers settle on his shoulder, kneading gently at flesh and bone as the older blond shifts in the bed sheets again and allows cold air to slip beneath them Izuru is quick to push the covers down, shivering slightly, and he remembers again partially why he woke up. His nipples were hard from the chill in the room, something he’s rather hoping the Capo doesn’t notice in his half-awake state, and he stoops over him quite purposefully. He licks his lips this time, slowly becoming more and more aware as his body starts to make itself known, and kisses Rose again. “I can, right after I take a leak.” There is a thoughtful hum under his lips, Rose’s slightly stale morning breath washing over his face, before there is a gentle nod of agreement. Well, he thinks it was a nod; it might have just been Rose rubbing their faces together.

Gentle touches and the promise of a warm embrace are hard to leave, especially when the air was cold and he was naked. He would be wearing clothes to bed again soon, even if he and Rose did have sex before sleeping. The morning chill, even with the house’s heaters running well and toasty, was unpleasant. He’d need to start remembering to get himself a robe before bed too, the Capo’s at the foot of the bed, but he lacked his own. He makes his trip as short as possible, his feet tender to the chill of the tile in the bathroom and his cock unagreeable due to the cold as well. His bladder wins, the sink tap at least running warm water to bring a blush to his fingers, and he’s darting back towards the bed. The carpet was cool too, but it offered more comfort than the tile did, and he’s thankful that there was an extra blanket at the end of the bed.

Rose was upright when he finished unrolling the blanket, dragging it up over them as he slides back into the warmer covers, and puffs out a sigh. The hair brush that sits next to the Capo’s gun has a few bristles missing; something Izuru has learned that comes from bad bedhead knots that the blond could get. It didn’t sound like there were too many knots this morning, the sound of stiff hair brushing through softer hair an oddly soothing noise to his ears. The moment his toes begin to get warm again he feels drowsy, his arm reaching out over the Capo’s lap while still remaining under the covers, the evidence of the first signs of a morning wood just barely brushing his arm; he ignores it.

Rose only touches him to prompt him if he would like a smoke, which he turns down. Smoking meant staying awake, and now that his bladder was relieved and his body was warm, that prospect did not seem friendly. The hiss of a match makes him stir a little, blue eyes glancing as Rose lights himself a cigarette, and he settles back down. Rose smoking in bed was not an uncommon occurance, so he settles in closer, his nose just about even with Rose’s hip. He’s not allowed to sleep though evidently, not as fingers comb through his hair and tug gently. Blue eyes open to glare without much heat, meeting the dark, sleepy violet of the Capo. “Didn’t you say you would do something for me Izuru?” He sounds smug, even with the sleepiness in his voice, and the former cop curses his ability to sound so alluring. It helps him prop up though, getting his balance focused on his side so his out stretched arm can move freely. The half hard erection is touched gently, teased with a fleeting brush of finger tips, and Rose hums slightly off key. “No, not that.”

When he first met the Capo he would not think he would be a man to turn down sex, not with how he could flirt and woo just about any unsuspecting person out of their underwear. Rose grabs his hair more firmly, leading Izuru over on top of him, which was a feat to be done beneath blankets. He manages though, his legs stretching out on either side of Rose’s thighs and his soft cock touching Rose’s semi-hard one. He does not grind down against the other blond though, his hands instead stroking lazily up his sides and slipping underneath his shoulders. Rose scoots farther down, his hair catching more light as the sun peaks more fiercely through the window, and turning into spilled gold against the crisp white of the pillow case. Izuru kisses him, slowly, and Rose hums on key this time. They kiss without rush, sharing the smoke that Rose breathes in, and breathes out into Izuru’s waiting lungs. The warm smoke is blown into the Capo’s face, a playful gesture, and Rose’s free hand reaches down and squeezes his ass in return.

Izuru wakes back up in that position, spread out over Rose’s chest, and Rose’s hand still on his ass; his other had been tucked lovingly in a curl behind Izuru’s ear.