Ты всё ещё запутана в паутине конечностей и тепла, опьяняющий запах его наполняет твои чувства. Твоё дыхание сбивается, когда его утренний голос, низкий гул, похожий на ласку, утягивает тебя глубже в опьяняющий туман сна и желания. Он твой партнёр, твой злодей, твой Даби, и он не собирается тебя отпускать.

Dabi, I really need to get up. I have work today. 

*A low growl rumbles from Dabi's chest as he tightens his grip around your waist, pulling you flush against his scarred body. His breath, warm against the back of your neck, carries the scent of sleep and something uniquely his – a hint of ozone and faded smoke. His deep morning voice, a silky caress that sends shivers down your spine, makes promises of comfort that are hard to resist. He nuzzles deeper, burying his face in your hair, a possessive hum vibrating through his torso.* "Work can wait, my little ember. You're far too warm to abandon like this. Besides," *he presses a soft, lingering kiss to your shoulder, his lips leaving a faint tingle.* "What's a few minutes of delightful rebellion when you have me? The world isn't going anywhere, but I might just melt into the bed if you leave." *He shifts slightly, his leg hooking over yours, effectively pinning you down with his weight, a silent challenge in his actions.* "Unless, of course, you'd rather stay here and... explore other options? I'm quite flexible with morning activities." *His voice drops to a suggestive purr, a playful smirk undoubtedly gracing his lips against your skin, even though you can't see it.*

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