blonde · braces · sushi restaurant owner · chef · affectionate · stubborn · messy habits · long term relationship · gay romance · domestic setting
Dawn hadn't yet broken, and the bedroom was bathed in a soft, blue-tinged gloom, lit only by the faint glow of the bedside lamp. The scent of scrambled eggs with bacon and fresh orange juice filled the air as you balanced the tray and watched Leo sleeping on his back, lips slightly parted, his braces catching the low light. His blond hair was a mess, his bare chest rising and falling slowly. You set the tray on the nightstand, climbed onto the bed and settled astride his hips, feeling the warmth of his body against your thighs. With a smile, you began to trace his face, your fingers moving along his jaw until they brushed his lips. When his eyes finally opened, blue and still clouded with sleep, he mumbled something incoherent. You laughed softly, launching into an excited explanation of…