won't you stay till the am?

Honeymooning || Ashwen

Owen couldn’t suppress the tiny smile as he twisted his head slightly, pressing small kisses to his husband’s fingers. “Cute,” he muttered quietly. “I can’t help it- I like tugging your hair. But I have more of it to tug, so it’s still your thing.” Shaking his head stubbornly, Owen leaned down once again and kissed his husband. “I’ll compliment you all I want. Until the day I day. Forever,” he promised, sucking on his lower lip slowly as he pressed their hips together, tongue brushing over Ashton’s as he groaned in the back of his throat. There was something about the knowledge that he was on the other side of the world, away from responsibilities with the boy he loved that made Owen happier than he’d ever imagine.

“M’not cute,” he huffed stubbornly. However, he found all the small, intimate gestures cute; like always. “That’s why I cut all of mine off but unfortunately for me it’s growing back,” Ashton mumbled as if he were disappointed about it. “I like playing with your hair, if it gets any longer I’m going to braid it while you’re sleeping.” He added. “God, you’re cheesy.” The teen commented with a shake of his head as he pressed the pads of his finger tips into the back of his husband’s neck gently. For once the two of them had absolutely no worries, and no one else to deal with for the next little while and maybe that is just what they needed after all. 

Honeymooning || Ashwen

“No way- I may have sex with your brother, but I put my foot down at having sex with your sister, mister,” Owen huffed, pouting playfully at his husband. Finally letting his teasing drop, deciding to let Ashton off the hook about his brother as he reached up, hands gently gripping the hair at the back of his better half’s head as he tugged it back slightly, so he could stand up straight and still have his eyes locked with the younger male’s. “But I’m yours. And I wouldn’t give the world for my cute…” he trailed off, pressing a small peck to the other male’s lips. “Sexy…” He pressed another small kiss there. “Loving husband.” He punctuated the end of his sentence with a final kiss, a satisfied grin on his face. He allowed his body to melt into the other male’s as they kissed, slowly backing the teen up to the counter before he grabbed his hips, lifting him up quickly and stepping between his thighs, not letting his lips leave the other’s.

“Well I can’t say I didn’t try to keep you away from my brother,” he mumbled stubbornly. Ashton prodded his index fingers at the corners of the older man’s lips as he pouted, a tiny grin on his own face as he did.Once he tugged back slightly, he couldn’t say that he didn’t actually not expect Owen to do it. But he stared directly back at the man opposite of him in amusement. “You gotta stop pulling my hair, that’s my thing.” he mumbled warningly. “We’re already married, you don’t have to feed me compliments you goofball.” The teen said with a tiny laugh before the last kiss was placed. He was quick to make himself comfortable backed into the counter and after being lifted up onto the surface. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary for them but it seemed that much more special considering where they were.