Sleepy Lover
Desmond had been working hard the other night, he had trained with Lucy, gotten lessons on how to treat Baby from Rebecca, gone out shopping for food with Shaun. Afterwards"forced" Shaun to fuck him, which ended in Shaun spread on the bed on his back while Desmond rode him for 27minutes and 40seconds before Shaun had had his orgasm and Desmond was releasing his own on Shaun's chest.
Waking up still feeling like he lacked the energy to do anything, Desmond got up from the warm little den he had created and made his way towards the "working room" where everyone was doing their respective jobs. He yawned greatly and made his way into Shaun's waiting arms. "Would you like anything?" Shaun asked as Desmond put his legs around the Brits hips and put his head on Shaun's shoulder, yawning again and asking in a tired voice "is there any coffee, Shaun?" Smiling, the tall man took a hold of Desmond's lower back and carried the clinging man into the kitchen as he picked up his tea cup from his work table and kissed the tired assassin on the cheek.
As Desmond slowly pulled a tired smile, he was set on the table and given a steaming cup of coffee and a wet kiss on the lips, Shaun tasted like tea. Desmond sipped his own coffee enjoying the mixture of tea and coffee as Shaun sat on a chair next to him, sipping his tea happily and reading the newspaper he had stolen earlier in the morning. As Desmond's eyes wandered off to somewhere in the general direction of the fridge, his stomach gave a loud rumbling sound.
"Want some breakfast? We have some pancakes, eggs, bacon and other stuff that we made" Shaun said as he gently rose up, setting the newspaper aside and went to the pile of food on the other table that they had gone after earlier before Desmond had woken up. "Mm…Some bacon and eggs would be nice…pancakes too…put a bit of everything"
Smirking, Shaun loaded the plate full with different food and put it on the table as his tired lover had sunk to the chair Shaun had occupied a moment ago, complaining that the other chair was cold. As Desmond ate, Shaun reached over to Desmond and licked some crumbles from his cheek; he smiled, making Desmond blush softly as he continued to eat. "I'll never get to understand the huge appetites you have in America" He said as he immersed himself yet again in the newspaper. Desmond looked at Shaun with a perverted glint in his eyes, ready to show just how big an Americans appetite is, and so, the day continued as the table was broken, the shower was steamier than usual and the couch had strange white spots on it...
And thus making the plot bunny reach for his alcohol cabinet and the writer to be left with the awkward question of who will be cleaning the place next?