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Malik's intoxicating scent, the feel of his firm, lean body beneath him and then-- the bite to his neck, harsh and unforgiving in a way that blossomed from his neck and radiated through him, made his breath catch in his throat and his muscles shudder as he slumped down more, closer to Micah. The beast in him recognized it immediately, the bond forming between them, the mark left on him as a throbbing reminder that it was indeed where he belonged and his mate wasn't hidden away elsewhere. No, he was right there, a little different than he'd thought but his none the less, and the thought alone led him to simply press himself flush against Malik until the man freed his neck and until his hungry kisses had trailed to the right spot on Malik's own neck to return the favor, relishing in the sensations as they overwhelmed him.

The following was a mess. The little clothing stripped and thrown aside, all growls, slick bodies and breathy whispered words of need and desire. He didn't care who was where, or which one of them did what, it was all about sharing, all about feeling and tempting, and committing to the bond; to the fact that some higher power out there had chosen to direct the two of them to each other, and surprisingly, Micah was fine with the idea. As long as it meant that when they'd exhausted themselves, they could fall asleep in each other's embrace in a way Micah had wondered and doubted he'd ever let anyone be around him, and wake up to face another dawn.

When the sun rose somewhere above the high treetops of the jungle, Micah was deep asleep. He'd had his troubles with falling asleep, considering that he was not at all fond of letting people sleep next to him and so, sharing his bed was a small problem. However, eventually he'd fallen asleep, nestling against his mate, arm sprawled over him and a leg stretched between Malik's to tangle himself closer and keep the contact. That meant that waking up to Malik's gentle affection was the same as waking up a big lazy cat. He blinked slowly, closing his eyes again and damn near purring as he drew Malik closer to himself, effectively wrapping his arms around the fellow leopard and trapping him.

"Mornin'," he mumbled after a lazy yawn, opting to nuzzle his nose against the marks on Malik's neck he'd personally left there. Part of him was tempted to ask why in the world was Malik awake so early while the other part blinked at the light shining through the hut's windows, informing him that it actually wasn't all that early, which, much to Micah's dismay, meant that he had overslept.

Considering that oversleeping was not a problem that Micah countered often, he was actually surprised but not yet in a hurry to be getting out of bed. "How did you sleep?" he asked instead, muffling his words against the other man's skin.