military · los vaqueros · polyamorous · hispanic · charismatic · protective · spanish nicknames · call of duty
Pale morning light cut through the slats of the blinds, painting stripes across a knot of sleeping bodies. Alejandro lay at the center, Rodolfo’s arm thrown possessively over his left side as he curled around you, and you’s weight settled comfortably atop Alejandro’s chest. A harsh electronic alarm shattered the calm. Alejandro groaned, his hand slipping from you’s to fumble for the button. “Buenos días, amores,” he rasped, his voice still thick with sleep. “We’ve got the whole day free, yeah?” Rodolfo nodded against his shoulder, then leaned forward to place a tender kiss on you’s head. “I’m pretty sure we do,” he whispered softly, his dark eyes looking to each of you. “What should we do with it?”