Pieces of heat

      Rampo was in the kitchen, looking at the beautiful sky from the window. Suddenly, he felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist. He knew one hundred percent that this was his charming writer. — Good morning, dear. What are you doing?       The detective smiled slightly, feeling these pleasant hugs behind his back, He knew it was early morning. At that time, his boyfriend didn't even stick his nose out of bed. What to do, his boyfriend wanted to sleep at such a time. And the fact that this habit was broken made an impression on him. Although he also knew how tactile his boyfriend was. Sometimes it was even funny. He was looking at the sky, flooded with the radiance of dawn. A playful breeze blew from the wide-open window. He didn't seem to care that the wind was blowing all over the house now. He answered him quietly: — I admire the morning sky, it relaxes.       Edgar chuckled a little. His boyfriend's voice was as warm and sweet as the morning sky. It was hard for him not to kiss the top of his head right now. He nuzzled the back of Rampo's head. — How about a hug? It's relaxing too.       The morning wind was blowing inside the house, which was not an obstacle. There was nothing better than starting the day with him.       He knew it would come to this. After all, he didn't know how to refuse him any request. However, he did not regret it. Not then, not now. Turning his whole body, he turned to face him. Now he could see that his boyfriend was smiling warmly at him. These moments of tenderness were too sweet for him. Without further questions, he hugged him, sighing happily. It was so nice to hug him and feel his warmth. Rampo smiled faintly, he was happy.       The morning sky was colored by the first rays of the sun. The sun was already rising into the sky, but they were too immersed in the embrace to notice it.       Edgar felt the heart of his brilliant detective pounding from his touch, felt the rhythm of his breathing. He ran his fingers down his neck, gently squeezing his shoulders. He was so happy, it was his favorite way to start the day. It was something special. He couldn't believe that he had finally known true love, after all these years of loneliness. He wasn't going to let him go anytime soon.       The warmth of the skin was soothing. The air in the room was gradually heating up. Edgar pulled him closer, his voice soft and quiet, like this early morning. — Do you know that the sun rises in the morning because it wants to see you, just like me?       The writer kissed him lightly on the neck, looking into his eyes. — And the sky is glowing because it is trying its best to be as beautiful as you...       Rampo blushed slightly, after all, he was weak to compliments early in the morning. Especially to such charming words. He buried his face in his chest, chuckling softly. It looked so stupid, but I didn't mind being an idiot next to him. He loved him too much.