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Floating peacefully in a sea of warmth and mindlessness, Christian let out a soft groan of protest. He’d been so content lying against the comforting press of David’s huge, plush bed. David’s arm was thrown over his waist, curled up to press his hand against Christian’s chest and hold him in place. He was vaguely aware of all of it and would have been content to lay there forever, basking in the presence of David’s body flush against his, the warmth of their shared body heat beneath the blankets, and the peace of sleep.

Except for the damn sunlight hitting his face.

Christian groaned again, rolling away from the window and the accursed light. Instead, he pressed his face against David’s chest and held it there with a grumble of complaint. It was followed by a low, rumbling chuckle echoing from David’s chest as he adjusted his hold on Christian, keeping him close.

“Good morning,” David said, voice rough with sleep.

“Would be good if the sun would go away,” Christian muttered.

“It won’t go away from this side of the house for a good few hours,” David told him.

“That’s the worst thing I’ve heard this morning.”

“Then let me make it better by saying you’re adorable when you wake up.”

Christian paused, then smiled. “Okay, that made it better.”

“Good.”

He was content to lie there a little longer, still greedily soaking up the heat of David’s body. Neither had been ready to follow through on David’s promise when they’d stumbled through his door the night before. The Gala had wiped Christian out, and he’d sensed David wasn’t much better off. The most they could manage was to pull their clothes off and stumble into bed, Christian still wearing his underwear and one sock. In contrast, David, at least, managed to get completely naked.

A few hours later, Christian woke up to a familiar thick presence pressing against his back, and he found he had a little more energy. David had woken a few minutes before him and taken to stroking Christian’s body tenderly, trying not to wake him. Christian wasn’t sure if it had been the light touches that had brought him awake or the man’s bare cock pushing against his back. Either way, he’d been more than happy to roll over and pounce, eager to feel his cock inside him again.

And now he was wrapped in the man’s arms, his body still a little tender but happy and wondering what was going to happen. He had to believe something good was coming his way after the night's events. Christian couldn’t believe David would kiss him, promise they’d talk, and then spend the night like they were lovers for nothing.

Christian grunted. “Great, now I’m awake.”

David chuckled, rubbing a hand over Christian’s lower back. “That’s what happens when you wake up.”

“Yes, I always wondered about that.”

“Smartass.”

“Tender ass, more like it,” Christian grunted.

David leaned back to peer down at him. “Really? I thought I was pretty gentle last night.”

“In comparison to the first time, yeah.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

Christian chuckled, kissing David quickly. “Don’t be. That wasn’t a complaint. Plus, no amount of lube and gentleness can completely take away from the friction of a condom after a little while. Well, and you’re the first person I’ve slept with in months...my body isn’t exactly used to it.”

“Well, maybe we should do something about that,” David said.

Christian raised a brow. “Yeah?”

David smiled. “Why don’t I make us some coffee, and you and I can talk like I promised.”

“This isn’t going to be a...bad talk or anything, is it?” Christian asked as his nerves finally got the better of him.

David leaned forward, kissing Christian’s forehead. “I certainly hope not.”

He wasn’t sure what that meant, but Christian would accept it. David wasn’t a man who rushed into anything and erred more toward heavy thought than immediate action. In truth, Christian had expected him to take far longer than a few days to come to a conclusion, and he wondered what had changed that patient habit.

“Alright, but I’m the one making the coffee. I don’t trust your non-coffee-drinking ass to make it,” Christian said, wriggling out of David’s grip.

“Someone’s eager,” David said with a smirk.