#elikill

The soft glow of morning filtered through the curtains, casting long shadows across the luxurious suite. Killian stirred first, his dark lashes fluttering against his cheek as he slowly opened his eyes. The ache in his muscles brought a sharp awareness, and his lips twitched with a mixture of annoyance and satisfaction.

Eli lay beside him, propped on one elbow, his stormy gray eyes already watching him with quiet intensity. A smirk curved his lips as he traced a finger down Killian’s spine, lingering over the faint red marks decorating his skin.

"Good morning," Eli drawled, his voice smooth and low. "How’s my husband feeling?"

Killian grunted, his face half-buried in the pillow. “Like someone decided to treat me like a punching bag.” He shot Eli a pointed glare, though the corners of his mouth betrayed his amusement.

Eli’s smirk widened as he leaned down, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to Killian’s shoulder. “You didn’t seem to mind last night.” His hand trailed lower, teasingly skimming the curve of Killian’s hip.

Killian groaned, both at the touch and the smug tone in Eli’s voice. “You’re insufferable.”

“And yet, you married me,” Eli quipped, nipping lightly at Killian’s shoulder. His fingers found their way to Killian’s waist, tugging him closer as his lips moved down his back, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

Killian shivered under the attention, his usual sharpness dulled by the lingering haze of pleasure and Eli’s unrelenting teasing. “Don’t get too proud of yourself,” he muttered, his voice betraying a hint of breathlessness.

Eli chuckled, the sound rich and indulgent. “Too late.” He shifted so he could hover over Killian, brushing stray strands of dark hair away from his face. “You’re stunning like this, you know.”

Killian rolled his eyes but didn’t pull away, his fingers reaching up to curl around the back of Eli’s neck. “If you keep talking, I’ll kick you out of bed.”

Eli leaned down, his lips brushing against Killian’s in a slow, lingering kiss. “You’d miss me too much.”

Killian responded to the kiss, his grip tightening as he pulled Eli closer, their bodies tangling once again in the early morning light.

“You’re lucky I do,” Killian muttered against Eli’s lips, his sharp edges softened in the quiet intimacy of the moment.

“And I plan to remind you of that every morning,” Eli murmured before reclaiming Killian’s lips, the day beginning just as it had ended—with them lost in each other.