The glow from the setting sun dresses Daime's bedroom in various shades of pinks and reds, the colors dancing across Aiden's exposed skin in a way that made Daime licks his lips as he watched from the doorway.

He comes home from the stable work that morning to find Aiden in the middle of a cat nap, wearing only a loose pair of boxers. His body is curled on it's side, his back to the door.

Brown hair is splayed out over his face and pillows, blankets kicked to the bottom of the bed, tangled in his legs.

Quietly, so he didn't wake Aiden, Daime strips off his shirt, hanging it in the near swivel chair along with his tie. He undo a few buttons on his dress shirt, rolling up the sleeves as an afterthought before slipping into bed beside his sleeping beauty.

Aiden's lips parted in a soft sigh as his boyfriend's arms wraps around his stomach, pulling his back against the strong chest.

He is used to Daime's cuddly antics—not a night went by that he doesn't end up as the little spoon at some point—so this didn't really wake him much.

What did finally wake him are the gentle kisses peppering the side of his neck and Daime whispering about how beautiful and how lucky he was to have him between kisses.

"You are the most gorgeous human being that I've ever laid eyes on."

Daime hums against Aiden's skin, the feeling making the flan haired boy giggle softly. It tickled.

Aiden's voice is rough with sleep when he replies, raising his hands to rub at his eyes as he spoke.

"Most men prefer handsome, but I'll let it slide this time."

The bed creaks as he rolls in his boyfriend's arms, turning to face him. A lazy smile graces his lips, one that he usually reserves for Primo, which Daime was pretty jealous of, since they'd been together since the beginning.

Their first kiss of the day is slow and lazy, one of Daime's hands slipping up to cup Aiden's cheek. Aiden's hands rest on his chest, tracing gentle circles on the dress shirt covered skin.

Their tongues dance in a practiced motion, brushing past each other in an intimate and delicate motion. When it was broken, the calloused pad of Daime's thumb swiped over Aiden's bottom lip gently, as if he is simply admiring the softness of the skin there.

The next is much hotter, Aiden initiating it this time. His hands sink into the curly hair, chest pressing into Daime's clothed one.

Daime moans softly, tongue thrusting between Aiden's parted lips. Though the other boy has start the kiss, he is quick to take cover, rolling on top of Aiden and pressing the brown hair's shoulders back into the bed.

Those wide silver eyes peer up at him, hands slowly undoing the buttons on his shirt as they pause to catch their breath.

"So beautiful and all mine."

Daime leaning down to leave open mouthed kisses over Aiden's collarbones. Beautiful gasps escaped his parted lips, followed by soft giggles.

"Yeah, Daime, all yours."

Aiden smiles softly, pushing at the shoulder area of Daime's now unbuttoned shirt.

"I want this off."

He winks and Daime is very happy to comply, stripping away the fabric and tossing it in the corner of their room, near the laundry basket but not actually into it.

He is too distracted for that kind of accuracy currently.

Their lips meet in another hot kiss, this one distracts by more fabric being stripps away. Aiden gets rid of those god awful dress pants that hides his boyfriend's delicious thighs, pushing the pants and the boxers beneath them off in one graceful move.

Daime kicks them off the rest of the way when they hit his ankles before doing away with Aiden's cute red boxers.

Daime slips his knee between Aiden's parted thighs, using it to rub gently at his hard on. The movements made Aiden moan, back arching slightly at the sudden stimulation.

Daime becomes playful after that, leaving open mouthed kisses over Aiden's chest and stomach, giving his most ticklish spots quick kitten licks.

The motions leaves Aiden pink in the face and giggling.

Sex with Daime is something special. There are never any awkward moments like the ones he'd experienced with Primo.

Daime makes him feel more sexy and wanted than anyone ever had before.

When a calloused hand finally wraps around his member, Aiden's back arched and a sweet moan escaped his parted, kiss swollen lips.

Daime chuckles at the sound, nipping at the soft skin of Aiden's hips, making the younger boy squirms beneath him.

"So fucking good for me, babe. You're already so hard, throbbing for me after just a few kisses."

Aiden wants to argue that it had been more than just a few kisses, but all of the air was punches out of him when he felt the first press of Daime's tongue to his puckered entrance.

Aiden's hands darts down, tangling in the silvery hair as Daime's tongue laps at his hole, getting it all wet and sloppy.

Whines and whimpers of appreciation filled the room, turning to high moans when the tongue presses it's way inside him, stretching him around the hot, wet organ.

The feeling leaves him gasping for breath, chest heaving slightly. It is gone all too soon though, leaving Aiden feeling empty and desperate.

His hips squirm, only to be pinned down by his boyfriend in an instant.

"Aiden."

Daime peppering kisses up and down his inner thighs.

"I've got you, kitten."

A thick finger presses against his entrance, damps by the saliva Daime had left behind. It slowly worked him open, almost like his boyfriend was teasing him with the actions.

All while he stretches Aiden, Daime sucks dark hickeys onto the parted thighs, leaving his marks behind on his lover's skin.

They join others, all in various stages of healing. He just couldn't control himself when he got this close to Aiden's gorgeously toned legs.

But if Aiden's sweet noises of pleasure are anything to go by, his boyfriend really doesn't mind.

"So tight for me, Kitten."

Daime purrs as he pressed a second finger inside, scissoring them apart in a way that made Aiden keen and press his hips down into the touch.

"So good, so fucking beautiful. I can't wait to make love to this pretty little ass of yours."

Aiden's reply is desperate, voice sharp and wanting.

"Please! Master, I need you now!"

Lucky for Aiden, Daime isn't one to keep his little lover waiting. He pulls his fingers away, earning a whine from the smaller male, shifting for just a moment to get the bottle of lube they had sitting on their bedside table.

Aiden watches with heavily lidded eyes as Daime slicks himself up with lube, giving himself a few quick strokes before moving back to rest between his thighs.

He laughs softly when his hips were grabbed, Daime pulling them in an upward angle. He lazily drapes his legs around the man's waist, giving him perfect access to his entrance.

Daime takes advantage of it, pressing slowly into Aiden, pressing kisses to his neck as he did so.

As always, he has sweet words for his boyfriend, telling him how beautiful he looks beneath him like this, praising how tight he feels around him.

After the flan, haired boy is adjusted to the thigh length inside of him, Daime speeds up his thrusting, hands gripping Aiden's hips tightly, almost like a vice.

Each quick thrust pulls a moan from Aiden, who twists his hands tightly into the sheets. He can feel the adoration in Daime's gaze, the love in the kisses that are stolen from his lips.

The room is growing darker as the sun finished setting, but Aiden doesn't need to see Daime to know he is looking at him like he was his everything.

The pair comes together, Aiden first with Daime following shortly after as his boyfriend grows impossibly tighter around him.

Their finishing moans are muffled by each other's mouths. Aiden's hands knit into Daime's hair and the silver eyed man cupped the back of Aiden's neck, holding him close.

"You were so good for me, Aiden. So beautiful."

Daime murmurs when they finally break off their kiss. He rolls to his side slightly, semi-soft member slipping from Aiden as he did. He pulls the smaller boy into his arms in a tight hug.

"I love you, Daime."

Aiden sighed happily, pressing his face into the muscular chest. He is tired again, even after the nap he'd has before, though it seems that Daime doesn't want to move anytime soon either.

"I love you too, Aiden."

If only Aiden is his, he will say this line so many times already. Daime can only sigh as he drifts off to sleep as this can be the last day he can touch, kiss or see Aiden smile before Grandmama announces the folder he read before.

"One last time. I want to see you, one last time."