The first light of dawn crept through the curtains, casting a soft, golden glow over the bed where Eirik and Kaelix lay entwined in the aftermath of the previous night's passion.
Kaelix stirred awake first, his body still heavy with the lingering heat of their connection, his gaze naturally falling on Eirik's peaceful, sleeping form. The stillness of the morning seemed to magnify the intimacy of the moment, and Kaelix allowed himself to revel in the sight of Eirik at rest, the tension of the night before now replaced with a serene calm.
Eirik's skin was marked with the evidence of their love, small bite marks and faint bruises painting a story across his chest, neck, and thighs. They were the quiet remnants of a night neither of them would soon forget. Kaelix felt a rush of pride, possessiveness even, seeing those marks.
