Vincent Tanner was looking particularly fine that morning, his dark hair spread about his pillow, whilst the deliciously blue eyes hid beneath the lids of sleep. His chest moving with the deep rhythm of his breath and his body tilted to the side, legs curling up to his torso with the disturbance of a gentle hand.
Chris smiled to himself, green eyes holding a grin of their own as they watched his lover sleep. His hand sloped from Tanner's face and down his chest, his fingers moving off course to pinch at a rosebud nipple, rising it at the ready. IT seemed that there was something else rising for him.
"No…" murmured the sleeping man, Chris jumped, pulling away as Vin continued on "bad" –yes, very- thought the excitable leader "Peso!" So that was what Vin thought? Chris exploded into loud and rapturous laughter, causing the bedded form to shift and turn.
Fuzzy, sleep glazed blue found laughing green and narrowed.
"Y' soundin' like ah bloody mule there Lar'bee!"
-Fini-
