"Good morning, bumpkins," Zelos says as he brushes his hand over Lloyd's ass, and albeit with mild irritation (mostly from the fact that god, it's morning, please help me) Lloyd leans up to kiss him as he tries to walk away.
He finishes up brushing his teeth after Zelos heads downstairs by spitting in the sink without bothering to rise out the mucus that's gotten caught on the side of it, and lazily walks down the stairs and into the kitchen right when Zelos is about to grab a bagel. He notices the stare Lloyd's giving him and quietly puts the bagel back, so, satisfied, Lloyd shuffles over to the fridge to take out a glass of unfinished orange juice from yesterday morning. He scrunches up his face from the strong taste of acid, but continues drinking it anyway.
There's the usual silence that they have during the morning hunt for breakfast, and Zelos looks troubled (he really wanted a bagel, Lloyd guessed, but he has officially been banned from bagels by Lloyd Irving, new dwarven vow, no bagels ever) before he finally settles on scratching his head as he makes a toast sandwich. He chews and he and Lloyd have a stare-down, the usual, because this is how breakfast always works out on Saturdays. Too tired from Zelos keeping him up all last night with whatever the hell he thought of ("Sir Bud," he'd say, mocking Sebastian, "it's our own little Friday night party! You know, without all the chicks and stuff, but it's still got the booze and someone to screw.")
Zelos swallows and says, "Wanna fuck," and Lloyd laughs because Zelos is the only person who would say that with a straight face. He turns to put his cup in the sink and as he does, the other comes up from behind him and puts his arms around his waist, resting his chin on top of his head.
"Does the question still stand?" Lloyd asks, and Zelos has adjusted by now so that he smiles into his hair when he says this.
"Certainly, m'lady." He gets a rightfully deserved punch to the arm for that.