#parkergrayson

“Good morning.” Roman’s voice rumbled low, like rich gravel. It usually did, especially in the wee hours of their mornings. He breathed out a happy sigh, wrapping his arms around Parker’s waist as he pulled him in, face nuzzling into the back of his neck before brandishing it with a few slow kisses. Their usual morning routine. Filled to the brim with quiet declarations of admiration, Colombian coffee, and not being able to keep their hands off each other. His hand smoothed over his chest, admiring his physique with a low gaze before he let them close once more. A long night proved getting up to be difficult, but he had no problem lying in bed with him a little longer. “We better get something in our stomachs before our run, babe,” he mumbled. It was incredibly domestic, and out of Roman’s comfort zone. It was a stark contrast to how they were just half a year ago, but he knew it felt right. Being with Parker felt right. 

“Detective,” mused the tyrant, a subtle glint of satisfaction crinkled the corners of his eyes. A momentary lapse before the man leaned forward a touch, breath hot on the other’s neck. “You’re in my way.” It was common for Roman to get himself into trouble. There was practically a new felony every week, but he managed to stray far from the prying eyes of the police force. He’d narrowly evaded life in prison by insanity plea. He was untouchable and he remained that way even with this man at his heels claiming otherwise.