His lips chased the light kiss, lingering for a time as he savoured the taste of Arthur.

"Not quite as I will ever be," he explained. "The season is still young, and you are very tempting. And there is, as you say, always tomorrow."

He could feel the occasional draft passing over their cozy little cocoon, and he held Arthur close to shield him from the chill.

A mischievous smile crept into his lips, and he dragged the tip of his nail down Arthur's spine.

"...Speaking of which, if I am awake before you, would you like me to wake you with a little surprise...?"