coffee. our muses getting frisky in the kitchen, early in the morning. (Canon heathens, Asher and Leon)
Dating a Doctor wasn't the easiest thing going. Asher was busy a lot of the time, and usually came back from a shift exhausted or just... Drained from teh amount of care he gave to others. Leon got it, and liked to at least think he was doing a good job of supporting him through it, even if it frequently meant nights alone when the other got called away, or just not seeing the other for a few days. So, suffice to say, he was pleasantly surprised at the clear sounds of somebody making breakfast coming from his kitchen, Asher clearly having the opportunity to stay the night. The fact th eother was wearing his underwear when he finally made his way out to join him probably didn't need to give him a thrill.
"Morning, Gorgeous." His voice was low, careful even, as he made to settle in to the space behind Asher. His hands already slipped south, curling around bare hips and using enough force to pull the other back against him for a couple reasons. Firstly, so that he could press his morning wood against the other's back, while his own hand shifted to slip down in to the front of what Asher was wearing and give him a small squeeze while his lips found his neck. "If anything might catch fire, you might wanna turn it off. You have any idea how good you look right now?"
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