The next morning came slowly and lazily, soft sunlight bleeding orange across the tiled roof and warming the air in their room. It brightened their home long before they found their way out of bed, wrapped up around each other from the night before. While they didn't have sex again that evening, there was still plenty of fun to be had before they passed out - they took their time finishing each other off with just their mouths.
Oberyn was the first to stir, groggy and warm beneath the blankets, his arms still wrapped lazily around Ezra's bare torso. He blinked, sleep-drunk, until he realized Ezra was already watching him.
"Creep," Oberyn muttered playfully.
Ezra leaned in and kissed his nose. "You're cute when you sleep. A perfect little fairy. All sassy, even when you're drooling on your pillow."
"I'll sass your pillow," Oberyn grumbled, already climbing halfway on top of him. Their lips met - first a soft, slow kiss, then another, deeper, with a smirk in between.
