Inspired by a drawing by Yaahooo. Which ff won't let me link, damn it, but if you go to her page you might eventually find it, heh.
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He was already in bed, half awake and curled up tight under the blankets when Christophe came home.
"You're earlier than I expected," he said, as his boyfriend entered their bedroom and began to pull his jacket off, throwing it carelessly onto the floor before working on his boots.
"Yeah," was all Christophe said, but Gregory wasn't expecting an explanation anyway. Christophe rarely gave one.
He shivered as Christophe pulled the blanket off him, and climbed in next to him, not bothering to pull the blankets back up. He wasn't too surprised when Christophe pushed him onto his back, planting kisses along his collarbone.
"I'm cold, you know," he said, running his hands down Christophe's back, before reaching for the blankets.
"So am I," Christophe responded, his mouth moving up to Gregory's neck, "So I guess we can warm each other up."
He gripped Gregory's wrists before he could pull the blankets up, and pinned them over his head.
"Stay," he said, smirking as he leaned back to pull his shirt off.
Christophe liked to be in control in bed, which Gregory didn't mind in the slightest, since it gave him a rare moment to switch off and let someone else make the decisions, but sometimes it was fun to push his luck. He reached up to run a hand across Christophe's chest, but his hand was snatched away before it could reach its destination. Christophe leaned down to press his lips against Gregory's fingers.
"I told you to stay," he said, leaning over to press more kisses against Gregory's chest.
He moaned as Christophe's mouth closed around one of his nipples, and reached up to grip his arms. He was surprised when Christophe pulled back with a hiss. In the dark of the bedroom he hadn't noticed the bandage on his boyfriend's arm, and he felt concern rip through him.
"Are you alright? What happened?" he asked, trying to sit up.
"Nothing, just a scratch."
"Christophe-"
He was answered with a needy kiss, and Christophe pushed him back down against the mattress.
"Stop worrying," he mumbled against his lips, "I'm fine."
Gregory huffed in irritation, but that was soon forgotten as Christophe went back to kissing his neck. He jumped in surprise when the tags Christophe wore around his neck fell against his nipple.
"Christophe, your tags are cold," he whispered, arching up as his boyfriend ground their hips together.
Christophe didn't stop what he was doing, only chuckled against Gregory's jaw.
"I don't know why you get off on torturing me," he gasped, as Christophe ran his fingers gently against his wrists.
"Torture you? That's a good... that's a good idea, I like that."
"Christophe, you are not fucking quoting Reservoir Dogs at me in bed, are you?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," mumbled Christophe against Gregory's ear.
"Stay away from my ear, Mr. Blonde," he laughed, and tried to push his boyfriend away, to no avail.