"It's okay! It's ungodly early and I've had coffee otherwise you know I'd be sleeping 'til evening if I could! Coffee. You need coffee, is what nee--" Kyran cut off when Lune touched his face, pulled him in for a kiss--and actually got his lips, too. He grinned and touched a finger briefly to Lune's lips. "Heeey...you didn't get me in the eye this time," he teased, and of course he couldn't help but stare when Lune got out of bed. Didn't matter how many times he'd seen him naked, he liked what he saw each and every time.
The incubus in him wanted to take advantage.
He reeled that side in, slid off the bed, and headed toward the dresser.
"You don't have to cover it," he said as he walked past Lune, giving his bottom a light slap along the way and biting back a laugh. Actually, Lune looked kind of ridiculous like that, hands on his hips, naked as a jaybird, grinning like mad and...not even looking at him. He bit his lip and this time couldn't quite hold back a chuckle. Dammit, why did he have to do things that just made him want to hug him? "Not like I'll complain. Heh, by the way, I'm a little more to the left. Anyway..."
He didn't press the pants issue, though, and instead bent and started rummaging through the drawers, biting his tongue so as not to comment on their chaos. Lune was blind. That excused the disorganization and messiness. Kyran's drawers, on the other hand, were organized down to the color with everything neatly folded and tucked away into their designated spot for easy and wrinkle-free finding. He'd organized Lune's drawers, too, but that never lasted long.
"So about my morning adventure. Well, it started when I got up, and I don't mean the normal morning 'getting up' if you know what I mean--I think I'm getting kinda used to this normal schedule stuff, it's scary. I couldn't get back to sleep. So anyway, I woke up, you were still sleeping so I went and downed some coffee, then I got hungry and was all, 'well, what's there to eat? Eggs? Again? No way, I want something good!' But we were out of flour 'cause I burned it all so I--Lune, your sock's in the wrong drawer. So I went out to get some, got yelled at by some vagrant, and got a few pips knocked off the total price 'cause I sweet-talked the baker-girl until she blushed--and you know I'm not into girls so it was all harmless, but I guess I smelled really good, too. What do I smell like to you, anyway, pup? Dunno if you ever told me--aha!"
Kyran whipped a pair of pants out of a drawer and held them up victoriously, even though Lune couldn't see. "Pants! Were these the ones you were look--er...never mind. Yeah, these are the ones who want." He shook out some of the crinkles, turned them the right way so it would be easier on Lune, and then pushed them into the werewolf's hands. Moving to Lune's side, he placed a hand on his shoulder for balance in case he needed help getting them on.
"Need help?" He always felt a little bad asking. He didn't want Lune to think he thought him an invalid or something, but Kyran knew how tricky it was getting dressed in the dark. He got more bruises that way than anything.