Two figures lay tangled together on an enormous king-sized bed. As the cover slipped off, it revealed they were as naked as the day they were born.
Among the entwined bodies, Rafael's frail form was tightly pressed against Marco's broad chest, his face nestled in the crook of Marco's neck as he slept soundly, utterly exhausted.
The room was quiet except for the occasional rustle of the sheets. Marco, with his dark hair tousled, stirred first. His muscled chest rose with a deep inhale as he glanced at the sleeping Rafael, a hint of satisfaction crossing his face before swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. He stood up, completely nude, his body glistening in the soft glow of the setting sun filtering through the windows.
His eyes fell on a half-finished cigarette on the bedside table. Without hesitation, he picked it up, clutching a lighter as well.
