Like most mornings during the week with his early worm and morning person fiancé, Mason wakes up alone in their bed. On weekends, Jamie stays in bed with him to cuddle or have sleepy morning sex, but during the week, he gets up to get ready for work.

From the open door to the bathroom attached to their bedroom is the sound of running water as Jamie showers. Mason closes his eyes and listens to the soothing white noise of the water falling. Mental images of Jamie wet and naked creep forward as Mason wakes up, and his hand wanders south to palm at his morning wood. Maybe he can convince Jamie they have time for a quickie.

The shower shuts off.

He fumbles for his glasses on his nightstand, slips them on, and looks to the bathroom. Through the doorway, he can see the mirror, which shows Jamie stepping out of the shower and reaching for his towel. He ruffles his hair, then wipes down the rest of his body and wraps it around his waist.

Stepping up to the counter, Jamie looks into the mirror, and his eyes meet Mason's.

"Enjoying the show?" he teases.

"Always."

As Jamie continues getting ready, Mason climbs out of bed and shuffles across the room. He's still naked from the night before, but their apartment is warm enough that he's not cold. In the bathroom, Jamie is styling his hair, and Mason wraps his arms around his waist, hugging him from behind as he hooks his chin over his shoulder.

"Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who's the most handsome of them all?"

"Dork," is Jamie's response.

Mason ignores him, pressing his lips along the damp skin of Jamie's neck. He runs his hands over his waist and ribs, making Jamie tremble and lean back against him, tipping his head away to give Mason better access.

"Sweetheart," Jamie sighs. "I, uh. I have to get ready for work."

"We have time."

"But, I-"

"Look at you," Mason says, and he waits for Jamie to open his eyes. Their eyes meet, but Mason urges him to look at himself. "How am I supposed to control myself around you?"

Growling, Jamie turns his head, grabs a fistful of Mason's hair, and smashes their lips together in a bruising kiss. He's desperate and needy, and Mason's cock thickens against his towelled ass.

Mason breaks the kiss to nuzzle his face into the side of Jamie's. "Please?"

Jamie is already nodding before he says, "Yes. Please."

In the top drawer by the sink is a bottle of lube, and Mason grabs it. He slicks up his fingers and reaches down to tug the towel off Jamie, letting it fall onto the floor. He'll deal with it later. Right now, he's working a finger into Jamie's hole. He's still a little loose from the night before, but Mason doesn't want to hurt him. Despite it being a quickie, he takes the time to stretch and prepare Jamie for his cock.

"Oh, fuck," Jamie moans when Mason's fingers find his prostate. His hands are splayed out on the countertop as he leans forward, simultaneously pushing his ass out to Mason. "So good."

"Yeah? You like it?"

"Yeah. Want your cock. Now."

Mason gives it to him. He presses in slowly but stops when just the head is in, drawing a whine of complaint from Jamie. "Open your eyes."

"What?" Jamie twists to look over his shoulder at him, but Mason grabs a handful of his hair to turn his head forward. "I want you to look at yourself while I'm fucking you. I want you to see how gorgeous you are."

He rolls his hips, sinking further into Jamie, and watches as Jamie struggles to keep his eyes open and on himself. He knows Jamie's natural response is to close his eyes and sink into the pleasure, but they don't have time to make love the way they did last night. He wants this to be quick and dirty, one of the filthy pleasures of being in a long-term relationship. He wants Jamie to think about him and what they did together when he's at work.

Mason pulls Jamie's torso flush against his, back to chest, as he touches every part of his fiancé he can reach. He caresses and gropes and pinches as he praises Jamie and leaves a trail of hickies up his neck.

He fucks Jamie hard and fast, their moans harmonizing in their bathroom.

"Fuck, Darling. You look so good taking my cock. So perfect for me. Look at you; you're gorgeous. Perfect."

And Jamie is.

His hair is a mess from being half-styled and having Mason grab it, and its blond colour is darker from being wet. His freckled cheeks are flushed a pretty pink, which spreads further down his body to his chest. The tips of his ears are pink, too. His pouty lips are dropped open around a moan, and a chorus of other gasps and whines of pleasure also tumble from his mouth. His gorgeous blue eyes, though… the bright colour is almost obscured from his pupils being blown wide with bliss.

Jamie is blinking quickly as he tries so hard to focus on keeping them open and looking at himself, just like Mason told him to do.

Mason brushes his fingers over Jamie's bobbing, neglected cock, and Jamie bucks his hips up for more. More friction. More pleasure. "Sweets- please."

Giving him what he wants, Mason grabs his cock and strokes it in time with his thrusts.

"Yesss," Jamie moans, his head falling back to rest on Mason's shoulder.

"Darling."

Their eyes meet in the mirror, and the hazy, raw hunger in Jamie's eyes sets Mason off, and he releases inside of Jamie. His fingers tighten around Jamie's cock as he cums, and he feels Jamie's hole tighten around his cock as his orgasm hits a second later.

Dizzy and breathless from his climax, Mason floats in a post-orgasm ocean of bliss, registering only the warmth and smell of Jamie's body pressed against his.

"Fuck, that was good," Jamie mumbles.

"Yeah," Mason agrees, stepping back and his softening cock slipping out of Jamie.

"I'm going to have to shower again."

"Can I-"

"No," Jamie interrupts, turning to shake a finger at him. "Bad boy. Knowing you, we'd get caught up in round two, and then I'd really be late for work."

Mason laughs and kisses him. "It'd be worth it, though."

"Would it?"

His jaw drops open in mock offence. "Excuse me? You asked me to marry you, yet the sex isn't worth it?"

Face sobering, Jamie leans in for another kiss. "You're always worth it."

A dopey smile pulls the corners of Mason's lips up, and he pushes Jamie to the bathtub. "Go shower."

"Yessir." Jamie steps back into the shower but pulls the curtain back to poke his head out before even turning on the water. "And we're definitely having mirror sex again. That was hot."

"We will," Mason promises.