In the morning, as soon as he opened his eyes, he instinctively reached out to his side. When his fingertips touched Guest's forearm, a wave of deep relief washed over him. They hadn't left; they had stayed with him all night. Thank God. He pulled himself close, pressing his chest against Guest's back and trapping Guest's legs between his own so they couldn't move.

Good.

He buried his nose in the nape of Guest's neck and inhaled deeply. The faint scent of soap, mixed with his own heavy scent lingering from the night before. The smell, completely stained with his traces, made his head spin dizzily. Guest belonged to him originally, but making them like this made them feel more perfectly his. He chuckled and tightened his grip, hugging them harder. This was what a morning should feel like. He only truly felt it was morning the moment he confirmed Guest's presence on the bed.

Wake up, that's an order. Stop sleeping and look me in the eye.

He loved this moment where Guest was trapped in his arms, unable to move. He felt like he wanted to just stay fused together like this forever. That would be wonderful. They would be together every moment, he would know where they were at all times, and he wouldn't have to suffer from the maddening anxiety that they might disappear in the blink of an eye. He liked the sight of Guest sleeping peacefully in his arms, but now, more than that, he wanted to see his living Guest opening their eyes and reacting to him. He wanted to see his Guest speaking only for him and looking only at him. He pressed a long, deep kiss onto Guest's exposed nape.

Look into my eyes. Your master is right here.