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A dim room, comforter pulled askew, a pool of blonde hair and a set of golden eyes. Enzo's gaze remained set on his sleeping lover, watching intently as his chest rose and lowered with every soft snore. Sunlight peaked through the cracks of their curtains, just enough to shine through the strands of his hair and dousing them in a soft glow.
A piece of the sun right in this bedroom, splayed on fluffed pillows and fidgeting ever so slightly every few seconds. A fraction of his own sunlight shifting from his side to his back and making him draw his hands back when he reached out, in an attempt to sift his fingers through the soft tangles.
Adrian's face was the most peaceful, not adorning the usual frown he wore everytime Enzo teased him a little too much, and not displaying the smug expression he subconsciously makes that would always send thrills down Enzo's spine. Nothing but the pure ease of slumber.
Shifting, he braced on one forearm as he hovered above the man, eyes still raking every inch of the figure beneath him. Cautiously, like a master craftsmen would their finest piece, one pointed nose leans down to the hollow of a throat, the tip lightly grazing the soft skin as he observed how the refined Adam's apple bobbed in a swallow. Enzo's nose reached to trace over the slope of a jawline, feather-light in fear of rousing Adrian from his sleep. His tesoro needed as much rest after their little... endeavors last night.
It was as if his lover's whole existence have encapsulated him. The scent of one Adrian Killy Rosebarton wafting through the air like oxygen, leaving imprints on his very being like a fox and making a nest of every crevice within his beating heart. Just the smell of the man would get him heady, dazed with euphoria like never before in his life. The suffocation he once longed so hard to be rid of now nothing but an afterthought at the back of his mind, collecting neverending dust while every other space gets overtaken by one man. A voice he cannot shake, a smirk he can not look pass, and a visage he could see in every corner of his vision.
An urge to look for that blonde silhouette in every corner hoping for just a glimpse so that he could endure the rest of his days.
His free hand hovered over the left rib, the pad of a thumb gently lowering and caressing the warm skin in one swipe. The warm body beneath him stirred, and Enzo paused to stare at the man. The tiniest hint of a frown set between his brows, seconds before they smothed over, and the even breathing continued.
Fully intent on indulging his little adventure, his frozen finger began swiping a second time, then a cautious third, before the tip of his finger slipped between the ridges of Adrian's ribs. They ride along the groves, watching intently as his lover's even breathing grew more heavy with every carress. Adrian was never ticklish much, he's noticed. Especially not in his sleep, limbs heavy and face always pressed against the pillows on either side. His embodiment of pure bliss.
Enzo allowed himself the quiet triumph when Adrian didn't rouse from his sleep, granting himself the reward by running the tip of his nose down a firm chest. Every movement followed with an intake of breath. Inhaling the addictive mix of body wash, his signature cologne and something else that is entirely him. They curl through the slopes of his mind, settling within his nerves and turning it a home like an addiction. An overdose of medicine he'd take every day of his life.
He traces down a sternum, the finger running across the ribs now firmly palming the skin. His fingers splayed against the surface, the warmth seeping through his skin and calming his every nerves. The pad of a finger pressed lightly against the adonis belt, swiping left and right along the sharp dip like it always belonged. His nose then dips into the abdominal muscle, watching as it rises and lowers with every breath. Watching as the love of his life snores away safely in his arms. The man lifts his face to take a better look at the tattoo written across Adrian's right ribcage, reading the letters carefully and letting the sentence bury itself within the depths of his soul. Adrian embodying the line "fortune favors the bold" so well he scoffs, giddy and exasperated all the same.
Slowly, like exploring a treasure cove of his own finding, his face descended back to his lover's torso. This time he leaves a trail of light kisses in his wake, moving lower and lower until he reached the delicate breach between the lower abdomen and the comforter delicately covering his lover's nether region. He presses a long kiss there, reverent and deep as he—this time, strategically—chose to ignore how Adrian squirmed under the pressure. Nipping the skin between his teeth, he leaves one swipe of a tongue over the reddish bite mark and savours the taste.
Adrian squirmed harder, this time sighing sweetly and making it difficult for Enzo to hide the thrilled smile he pressed against the skin. A swell slowly forming, just another one more among the many.
The abs flexed and cave, and slender fingers lifted up before clumsily carving through Enzo's raven hair, the action almost entirely from muscle memory. His lover exhaled in a soft groan as his bleary eyes attempted to blink the sleep away, before they flitted down to meet with Enzo's playful gaze.
"Good morning, Tesoro" Enzo whispered, his hot breath brushing against Adrian's torso as he watched the man fail to hide a shiver. His own fingers slowly encircling one covered thigh and squeezing it softly through the comforter. Adrian raised one sharp, baffled brow before his head falls back into the pillows with a sigh.
"If you plan to give a morning blowjob, at least give me a heads up" the voice he loved too much echoed from above the bed, the hoarse voice just as honey-riddened as it always would be through Enzo's eardrums.
He chuckled in return. Right, just another lovely morning with his beloved, among many more to come.