When Tom’s alarm got off, neither him or Harry were ready. Tom refrained a grown because, as studious as he was, he would never admit to like a lazy morning with his lover’s warmth embracing him like a perfectly made coat. He surprised himself looking more and more forward the week ends and their late mornings when he and Harry could be lazy peacefully. He had barely opened his eyes and yet he already wished he could bath in Harry’s warmth, a hand already caressing the golden skin of his lover. Maybe if Harry woke quickly enough, they could have a quicky before getting up.