The bed creaks in the pristine room, sunlight blaring through the window with its pale blue curtains pushed to the sides. A ebony-haired boy pops out from the bundle of sheets, groggily glancing around the room as he searches for the other male.
“Hey,” A low voice says from the entrance of the room. Zitao shifts in the bed as his eyes trace to the source of the voice, and a grin breaks out on his face.
Yifan, donning a simple white t-shirt and low-hanging jeans, crosses the distance between the doorway of their room to the bed where a sleepy Zitao remained, and unknowingly tangles his hand into the younger’s hair, the smile on the said male’s face growing even more. “Good morning,” Zitao utters, shifting in the bed as he positions himself on his knees and stretches upwards towards Yifan.
The elder makes some sort of strained noise in the back of his throat as he inches away from the other. His heart does a few flips as he watches a pout grow on Zitao’s face. “Morning breath,” Yifan reminds him.
“You suck,” Zitao fires. Yifan could not help but laugh and succumb.
“Alright, alright,” The elder leans down to place a chaste kiss upon Zitao’s lips, the latter moaning satisfactorily. He intended to withdrew immediately, however, he was pulled down once more for a deeper kiss, and Yifan could not hold back a grin.
When they separate, the two spend a comfortable silence together. Zitao’s hands wrap around Yifan’s neck languidly, while the latter took to massaging the younger’s scalp.
“Do you have work today?” Zitao asked, his fingers sliding down the plane of Yifan’s neck, resting comfortably on the male’s collarbones.
“Yeah, I do,” Yifan says as he catches Zitao’s wrists, his thumbs rubbing the pale skin. “You have class in an hour, do you want breakfast?”
Zitao beams at the offer and places a quick kiss on Yifan’s jawline. “Yes, please,” the younger croons.
“How do you like your eggs done?” Yifan implores. Zitao hums in thought, shifting on his knees which cause the blankets to fall from his frame and reveal milky, smooth skin, firm muscles, and hip bones that barely peak out from his sweatpants.
“Scrambled,” Zitao confirms. Yifan nods understandingly and detaches himself from the clingy male. Before he exits the room, he throws out a sneer, “Alright, princess.”
Yifan’s body convulses with laughter as he feels a pillow collide into his figure.
I ship domestic!Taoris and I regret nothing. I need more Taoris in my life, I can’t. I’ll probably do more drabble fics later on to practice my writing, because I haven’t written a fanfic in ages ._.