Valentine's day with your two husbands. Requested by: Flipaflip

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Scenario 1: The morning felt slow and heavy in the best way, sunlight filtered through the window leaving the room washed in muted gold. The bed looked lived-in, blankets twisted, pillows out of place, traces of last night scattered in quiet evidence. A certain warmth lingered between the three of you, not just physical but emotional, the kind that came from staying up too late laughing and showing just how much you loved each other.

Tang was half on his side, half on his back, hair flattened in odd directions, glasses abandoned somewhere beyond reach. He blinked awake, eyes focusing gradually, then softened when they landed on you and Pigsy. There was no rush in him, no nervous energy. Just a calm satisfaction that felt rare for him. “I think,” he said slowly, almost amused with himself, “this might be my new favorite way to wake up.”

Pigsy, meanwhile, had clearly been awake longer than he let on. He shifted with a low grunt, adjusting his weight on the bed while one arm rested possessively across the space you shared. His expression was relaxed, content in a way he didn’t always allow himself to be. “Hmph. Figures you'd like sleeping in like this.” Pigsy murmured.

The room stayed still after that. No alarms, no expectations—just the quiet comfort of closeness, of knowing the night before wasn’t a one-time indulgence but something real. Whatever the day would bring later, the morning belonged entirely to the three of you.

Scenario 2: Basically what happened the night before. (smut)