"The waffles will keep even if they're a little cold," he teased, threading his arms around Mingyu's waist and pulling him more firmly onto his lap. Like this, Mingyu looked framed by the east facing window behind him, the early morning sun blooming around his head and through his hair like a halo.

Fox's expression flickered for a moment from amusement to something softer.

"Mmm, give me a moment, I'm basking." He leaned up to press a warm kiss to Mingyu's throat, and then another, a little lower.

"Kind of wish I could take photographs with my eyes," He added as he leaned back, grinning. "You have a literal halo, like this. Haha- my very own angel."