Gabriel shifted under Ethan's grip, sighing softly. "Alright, Ace. I think it's time to get up."
Ethan groaned, burying his face against Gabriel's chest for a moment longer. "Five more minutes…"
"Nope. Time's up." Gabriel's voice was firm, but warm. Slowly, he eased Ethan's arms off him, rolling out of bed.
Ethan slumped back with a reluctant sigh, a small, mischievous smile tugging at his lips.
His mind wandered, playful thoughts bubbling, but for now he stayed put, letting Gabriel move around.
Minutes later, the sound of running water came from the bathroom.
Ethan stayed on the bed, half lounging, half plotting, his head tilting with lazy curiosity.
He wanted to stay tangled with Gabriel, but wasn't sure if he could push that boundary… yet.
When Gabriel emerged, fresh and changed, the faint scent of soap clinging to him, Ethan's eyes followed every movement.
Gabriel's gaze softened as he looked down at him.
"You hungry?" he asked.
