Roman groaned and slid out from under his covers, sitting on the edge of his bed and stretching in the chilled evening air. Conversely, on the other side of his half-poster bed, Qrow rolled over and pressed his face into a pillow, groaning into the feathered down. Roman barely resisted a smirk at the sight, choosing instead to reach over and shake his bedmate by the shoulder.

"Come on, we might as well get up," Roman scolded, yet didn't put any real effort in his tone. His own muscles ached - the good kind of sore that would linger for the next few hours. Roman knew Qrow had gotten the worst -or the best, depending on how one looked at it- of their tryst a few hours ago, but that didn't give him the right to sleep the evening away and leave Roman by his lonesome. "We still need to eat, Qrow."

One long-suffering groan later, Qrow had rolled out of bed and was searching amongst the pristine carpet. Roman paid him no mind, too busy pulling on his own pair of pants.

He blinked, however, as the trousers ended up far too long in the leg. "Shit," Roman muttered under his breath, shoving the pants off. "Qrow," he called over his shoulder with a put-upon sigh. How could he have forgotten they undressed on his side of the bed? "I accidentally gra -" Roman paused as he turned around to address Qrow, cocking his head. With not a care in the world, Qrow had put on Roman's pants, and while they were short on him, they also happened to hug his ass in fantastic fashion.

Roman decided to shut up.

"Hm?" Qrow asked, his voice slurred from sleep. "Wassup?"

"Don't worry about it," Roman said, placing the trousers on the bed and moving over to his dresser. "We just swapped pants by mistake." He waved Qrow off before the older man could speak, grabbing a pair of black sweatpants from Qrow's drawer. Roman wasn't going to dirty any of his own dress pants, but he was more than fine with wearing some of Qrow's comfortable clothes. "You can wear them."

"Oh. Uh, thanks, I guess," Qrow mumbled, then yawned and stretched. "Mind if I take your shirt, too? It's closer."

Roman shrugged and stood back up, tugging on the sweatpants. He turned around, only to grin as he witnessed Qrow pull his black, knitted shirt over his head. Qrow really was a handsome man, and Roman appreciated how every inch of his shirt showed off Qrow's muscular frame. Even with messy, sexed-up bedhead, Qrow had a certain charm about him.

Qrow nodded at Roman in thanks, never being the type to talk after just waking up. He tossed his own shirt at Roman as he rounded the bed, grabbing his pants and tossing them in the hamper that stood just inside the ensuite bathroom door.

Roman raised an eyebrow. "What, you want me to wear this?"

"Matches your scarf. Gray works," Qrow called over his shoulder, heading into the bathroom. The faucet had evidently been turned on, as the sound of running water reached Roman's ears.

"It's an ascot," Roman corrected with a frown, but pulled on Qrow's shirt nonetheless. His clipped-on cape hung over a chair, but Roman didn't bother to grab it, choosing to do up the buttons instead. He leaned in the doorway, finishing up the buttons as he spoke. "Should we make dinner? I think I have some leftover Atlesian char."

Qrow stood to his full height and stretched a second time, and Roman couldn't help but leer. "Sounds good. You still have that Prosecco?"

"I should, unless you drank it all when I wasn't looking."

Qrow shot him a cocky smirk and sidled out of the bathroom, rolling his shoulders back. "I'll pour us a few glasses, then.~"

Roman rolled his eyes and headed into the bathroom to freshen up. He stopped to look at himself in the mirror, a small smile slipping onto his face. While it most certainly wasn't his usual fashion sense -in fact, it looked rather sloppy-, Roman couldn't help but enjoy the classic 'boyfriend look'. Roman reached a hand up to fix his hair, sighing as he drank in Qrow's scent.

Alcohol, musk, and the slight tang of blood that Qrow hadn't managed to wash out from endless Hunting missions clung to the shirt, and Roman wouldn't've had it any other way.