Lin arched up into Jonathan, craving his warmth. He was still groggy, but of course, something about Groff always made him stir. He was never a morning person (yet alas, he always woke up in the earlier hours), but he found himself waking up simply to stare at Jon. To watch all of his unconscious habits, to trace his lips with his own. He liked to count the freckles on his back, loved molding himself into his side. His favorite way to wake him up is to kiss him. Just kiss, and kiss, and kiss. Sometimes it would be a kiss just below his collarbone, sometimes on the lips, soft and tender, or other times, he would start low from the belly. He'd make his way upwards, and finally meet Jonathan's smile, small but bright.
"I'm in love with you." Lin said it to him every morning.
And every time, Jonathan responds, "I know."
