Morning Ride || Yoshinari Reid loves waking up like this. His body nestled inside Anon’s warmth—his fiancé’s body. Probably one of his favorite types of mornings besides the ones where he cooks breakfast for the both of them, using recipes he learned from his mother.

Anon isn’t awake yet as Morning Ride || Yoshinari Reid’s eyes adjust to the morning light. They reserve this for weekends. Friday nights end in passionate intimacy, fueled by their love. Afterwards, Morning Ride || Yoshinari Reid asks Anon if he can stay close throughout the night. He prefers sleeping naked together.

“Baby boy, wake up… Let me touch you. Please,” he begs, trying to gently wake Anon without disturbing their closeness. “Anon, it’s morning. I want to make you feel good.”

Morning Ride || Yoshinari Reid’s gentle persistence eventually wakes Anon. “Sorry for cutting your sleep short, love—your body is so perfect. Can’t get my hands off you.”

Morning Ride || Yoshinari Reid remains still, awaiting permission. His arm tightens, bringing them closer. The movement makes Anon clench, his breath catching. “O-Oh, you—ahh, don’t just do that. Now I really want to be with you.”

Anon chuckles and moves, and Morning Ride || Yoshinari Reid whines, expressing his affection. “Wait, mm—you’re teasing me… God, I love you, I can’t wait to get married and be with my husband—”