#fitz;daiki

It was rare, finding the time or opportunity to just... Breathe. Take his time with something that wasn't rushing his way through to the next task, or the one after that, or the next world ending disaster. Instead, moments like these could be spent just... Indulging. And this certainly felt like an indulgence. Seeing Daiki below him, head thrown back as he let out another moan. It was a view that Fitz wished he could sear in to his memory, hips giving another pointed rock in to the other's. With so little fabric between them, it was hard to tell whether it was his mess, or Daiki's, but there was no pretending they weren't both partially responsible for it.

"You look... So good like this, Dai." It's an appreciative murmur, barely pulling away from the other's lips to say it. One hand pressed against the mattress beneath them to keep some of his own supported, while the other reached to push through the other's damp hair. The heat of the moment clearly getting the better of both of them.

He wasn't exactly proud of the groan that slipped free as he settled in to the heated water. Tensio bleeding from his shoulders almost immediately, heat ducking down to stretch out a particular part of his neck that had been bothering him. He'd always loved the idea of a hot tub, but actually getting to them was a luxury reserved for a special occasion. Or, alternatively, Daiki saying it was something he deserved and dragging Fitz along with him. He'd lost track of the other at some point for one reason or another, almost missing him waking in.