The morning after

The morning light streamed in through the window and as Arlen rolled his hips, his morning wood brushed against delicious warm skin. 

Ravi lay beside him, his slender body, all taut muscles, and skin glowed in the morning light. His body was littered with various red and dark pink marks, bites and Arlen lowered his head, the tip of his ears had turned a fetching red.

Was he some kind of dog? He traced his finger to the litany of red tooth marks on Ravi's neck, there was an overwhelming feeling of rightness coursing through him. He grinned, it was like a rush of serotonin since it made him smile like an idiot.

Ravi's sleepy mumble sounded in his ears. "Hm?" It was the kind of noise only a lover would hear. Intimate. Soft. Sweet.

Oh heavens!

He could still, and very vividly so, picture just how beautiful Ravi had looked last night writhing beneath him. His low groans and the way he had screamed, echoed in his mind and Arlen shivered a little.