One Last Time [R-18]

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.