(A) Good Morning

Stiles hummed in contentment when a warm, soft mouth pressed a kiss to the back of his neck. The lips traveled around to the side of his neck – placing small kisses along the way – before settling on his jaw. The mouth kissed along his jawline before moving up to his ear. “Do we have to get up?” Kyle whispered in his ear, voice groggy with sleep.

“Unfortunately,” Stiles answered, threading his fingers through Kyle's where they rested against his abdomen. “Unless you want to get fired.”