He had never been one for hugs, in fact he had, for the most part, despised any sort of physical contact. Even before his change into a werewolf he had never welcome the touch of another. Perhaps that stemmed from parents who had lacked affection, or perhaps it was just him, but whatever the reason he had never welcomed it, until Dongwoo.
There was something about the submissive wolf that made him long to touch him at all times, even if it was just a gentle brush of skin on skin. Werewolves were, by nature, a relatively tactile species but he had always shied from it. The occasional brush from his Alpha had been enough to last him a week, but a single touch from his mate was never enough. It was bad enough that he felt so possessive of the other wolf, but the constant want to touch, kiss, and taste him made living nearly unbearable.
It would fade with time, he had originally thought, but now he was certain that after a thousand years of existing together he would want the other wolf as much as he had in the beginning. Perhaps he already wanted him even more now than he had then. Dongwoo never had protested the frequency of the touching, and even encouraged it behind closed doors. He wasn’t ashamed of his need to touch his mate but he certainly didn’t want it flaunted to people who had no business knowing that private detail.
The nights were almost his favorite times of the day, when he could climb into bed beside his mate and press their naked skin together, but the mornings, waking up intertwined, those were truly his favorite times. Nearly every day he woke before Dongwoo, since the wolf seemed to sleep deeply through almost anything, and had the hour or so it took for the other wolf to stir to enjoy the embrace.
On this particular morning he blinked into wakefulness to find his mate spread half on top of him. One of Dongwoo’s arms was curled around his waist, holding on as if he was afraid the wolf he was using as a living pillow would run away. One of the other wolf’s legs was hooked over one of his and causing him to be pressed as close as he could be to his mate.
Slowly his hands drifted over warm skin until they settled around the submissive wolf, holding him close. Dongwoo, as expected, didn’t stir but did shift impossibly closer in his sleep. As mate to the slumbering wolf, he was in possession of one of the few ways that could wake the wolf before he was ready. A gentle push through their mate bond would send the other into wakefulness quicker than even their Alpha could, but he saw no reason to do so.
It was nearly an hour later that his mate began to awaken and stirred him from his own light doze. “Morning Hoya,” Dongwoo rumbled, his voice heavy with the remnants of sleep.
“Good morning,” the wolf returned. Dongwoo scooted up, offering his mouth for a lazy kiss that Hoya graciously accepted, before snuggling back down again.
“How long have you been awake?” he mumbled against the man’s chest.
“A while,” Hoya admitted.
“Enjoying you,” he admitted, trying to not feel childish about it.
Dongwoo lifted his head and offered him a grin. “You like touching me that much?” he teased.
Hoya playfully growled, and shifted his weight, pinning his mate to the bed with his body. His hands slipped beneath the other man’s shoulders as he settled his full weight upon his mate. Dongwoo, as a werewolf, would hardly be bothered by Hoya’s bulk, allowing him to press up against his mate, in a full body hug. “I love your morning hugs.”
His mate’s smile handed faded in the least as Dongwoo wiggled a leg free so he could hook it over one of Hoya’s and bring their lower bodies into closer alignment. “And I love how I get to wake up,” he purred. Grinning, Hoya pressed his lips to the offered flesh fully intent on finding all the ways they could hug before they needed to get up and face the world.
AN: And the second one for the night. This was just so cute to me.