THE LIGHT FILTERS in through his curtains and marco hums, a hand coming up to rub at his eyes. last night drips back into his memory like a steady iv and it has the blond smirking into his pillow, his hand searching under the sheets for the skin of the other. the second he touches ramon, ramon stirs as well until his face appears, dark eyes looking at marco. “hey,” the blond mumbles, hand running up along ramon’s back until it slides into dark curls. “sleep well?”
with a bit of shifting around marco finds himself tucked against ramon, tugging a thigh between his own and kissing him softly. he knows ramon struggled with this, unsure if he’d wanted it, but… “you were amazing,” he whispers against his lips, teeth baring in an appreciative smile as he slides his nose along the other’s, no pressure, no obligations. he likes this. then he starts peppering ramon’s face in kisses, aiming to make him laugh to lighten the mood and put him at ease. “i’ll go make us coffee and breakfast in a bit if you like. you staying for breakfast?”
Ramon was no virgin, but after the night he’d spent with Marco, he felt like he may as well have been one. There was sex, and then there was whatever that was. It felt... fulfilling, Substantial. Like he’d just been giving something he didn’t even know he missed...
He lets the blond finagle their bodies together, perfectly content with Marco taking the lead for them both. “Breakfast is good,” the boxer smiles lazily, simply enjoying how well he and Marco seemed to fit together like this. “Thanks, by the way... just, thanks. For being so good to me these past days... I like this.”
