Nagi Seishiro

One bright early morning as he wakes up and lazily walks by your bedroom, dragging himself to the kitchen for something to eat, he finds you laying on your back, asleep on your bed and sprawled across the comfy matress with one arm on your pillow and the other on your stomach. He doesn't really understands why but he lingers more than initially intended, noticing the golden glow from the morning sun shine in your soft hair, your peaceful face relaxed deep into slumber.

Nagi doesn't wanna admit it, but you look sinfully enticing right now. You're candy for his eyes as they travel across your features, you look delicious. Eyelashes kissing your cheeks, lips parted, glossy with sleep, chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm...

Fuck, he could watch you all day.

He bits his lower lip and his gaze travels down your chest towards the hand resting on your stomach, his mouth watering at the sight of the strip of creamy skin showing right above the waistband of your boxers. Then, his eyes widen and he realizes-

You have a raging morning wood.