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[irishredwolf]

Sean at first can't remember where he is. Or he would, if the first smell that reached his nostrils wasn't Fenrir. But it is, and so the only thing he concerns himself first of all is where he is...and a quick look around reminds him that he's in Fenrir's flat, morning if the sun's any indication. He nuzzles Fenrir a little bit to see if he's

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[what_big_teeth]

Some people sleep very deeply, when they're smelling something that's someone they know nudging at them. "Mnahph," he sleepily protests, turning his face away from the sun. Apparently, Sean can have his choice about how gently or startlingly he gets Fenrir awake.

[irishredwolf]

Sean nuzzles Fenrir's hip lightly, skimming the tip of his nose down the bone. His hand brushes his stomach lightly, gently, thumb circling his belly button.

[what_big_teeth]

One hand shifts, clumsily sort of fumbling at his stomach as if to brush away whatever's sort of tickling him- not really waking up. His body shifts- angling towards where Sean was laying. Because burying his face in Sean's hair or neck or something sounds like a wise choice to his sleeping brain.

[irishredwolf]

Erk. Well that's a little bit awkward, but Sean manages it, continuing to stroke his stomach and, since hey why not go for the obvious, Licks down his hip.