[It takes a moment for Motochika to wake; he does so with a sigh, fighting to open his heavy eyelids.]
Mitsuhide...?
[He murmurs sleepily. He smiles as he rouses enough to take in Mitsuhide's position: finding his lover braced above him is a magnificent way to wake up. It quickly becomes clear that the curse has worn off when Motochika raises his hands to grip Mitsuhide's waist.]
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Mitsuhide...?
[He murmurs sleepily. He smiles as he rouses enough to take in Mitsuhide's position: finding his lover braced above him is a magnificent way to wake up. It quickly becomes clear that the curse has worn off when Motochika raises his hands to grip Mitsuhide's waist.]
Good morning.
[He drawls, pleased. Warmth pools in his gaze.]