Henry blinked awake, a beautiful dream lingering as his eyes adjusted to the light. It took him a long moment to realize why the dream felt so real. Leif’s body was draped heavily over his, Leif’s leg swung over Henry’s hip, his bare chest snuggled up against Henry’s back.
Flashes from the night before zinged through his mind: Leif’s hand around his c**k, the cleverness of his tongue, the smell of him. Henry felt sore in all the best ways, and he carefully stretched while trying not to wake Leif, appreciating the smooth feel of the sheets against his n***d skin.
Henry couldn’t believe that he’d forgotten this feeling: the languid warmth across all his limbs, heavy and at peace. He turned in Leif’s arms to place a gentle kiss against the man’s lips. He tasted salty and delicious.
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