He pulled his arm out from under the sleeping body of his lover and walked over to the window. The sun was only a small halo on the horizon, barely visible. It was stunning.

He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. The whole room smelled of their love making earlier and the regular deep breaths of his lover filled the silence.

He turned around. The sunlight was forgotten, he had never seen a more beautiful thing than the man stretched out on the king size bed.

He rested on his stomach, the blanket barely covering his butt, the candle light reflecting off the light sheen of sweat on his back.

He sat down next to his lover, listened to him breathe, watched his chest rise and fall, noticed the movement of the lean muscles under the soft skin as he shifted in his sleep.

He reached out and traced his lover's spine, every vertebra from his neck to the small of his back, causing shivers to run down the way his caress had gone before.

He ran his fingers over the other man's lower back, leaving a trail of goose bumps which increased as he moved his hands up and down, touching but not touching at the same time.

He bent down and blew over his shoulders, causing the silky fluff of hair to stand on edge and his lover to square his shoulders, still caught in the realm of dreams.

He lowered his head even more, touching the sensitive skin at his lover's neck with his nose, breathing in his scent, musky, sweaty and so damn sexy.

He circled the outlines of his ear with the tip of his tongue and he noticed how the other man drifted towards the border of awakening.

"Sleep, love," he whispered into his ear and the body next to his relaxed again as he ran his fingers through his hair, brushing it out off his forehead.

He crawled under the blanket and cuddled up next to his lover who drowsily turned onto his side and wrapped an arm around his waist, claiming possession even in sleep.

He closed his eyes, loving the feeling of someone loving him the way this man did. It made everything else seem small in comparison.