Last night… Last night was perfect.
Last night, Lance and Shiro had consummated their relationship for the first time. And what a time it was. Lance knew he’d have a smile on his face for a week (and a slight limp for at least a few days).
It was so good, in fact, that Lance had fallen asleep right after and forgot to do his nightly face mask. So when he woke up that morning next to Shiro, he creeped out of bed to the bathroom so he could cake on the mask and hopefully trick his skin into thinking it was still the night before. Oh, he wished it was still the night before…
When he was done, he wiped the dopey grin off his face and made for the kitchen. His stomach had been growling at him nonstop from the appetite he’d worked up with Shiro last night.
Yeah, he wasn’t even trying to not think about it. Their limbs tangled together in the sheets, the slow but needy movements, the hot gasps against each other’s skin — Lance was glad he was alone in the kitchen, because his face, even through the green goo, was telling the whole story, and he didn’t want to share it with anyone but himself and Shiro. Not that anyone else would want him to anyway.
He eventually distracted himself just slightly enough to get a bowl so he could eat his breakfast and go back and join Shiro in the warmth of their bed. While he was eating, he zoned out, mind still buzzing about how happy he was. How happy Shiro made him. He didn’t even hear the footsteps walking up to the kitchen until the very person Lance couldn’t stop thinking about was in the doorway.
“Morning,” Shiro said, his face still slightly muffled from sleep.
Even so, he was glowing. Like an angel.
And here Lance was with a mouth full of food goo and a face full of… mask goo, and still in his pajamas with bed hair. Altogether, a capital ‘M’ Mess.
But Shiro, bless him, was still looking at Lance like he hung the stars. He was smiling softly and his eyes were filled with so much adoration that it tore straight through Lance’s heart. Everything about Shiro in that moment just screamed perfection, and Lance wasn’t sure whether to feel lucky or jealous. No way did he wake up looking that perfect.
“Morning,” Lance said once he’d swallowed his embarrassingly large bite of food. “Did you just wake up?”
“You woke up and came straight here? Just like that?”
“Mhm, I was looking for you,” Shiro said sleepily. He walked over to where Lance was seated and wrapped his arms around the boy’s waist before letting out a content sigh.
“Wow. Even when you just wake up, you’re still perfect.” Lance leaned his head onto Shiro’s shoulder and nuzzled into his neck as best as he could with the mask still on.
“You’re perfect,” Shiro responded.
Lance hummed happily and leaned his head up as his boyfriend pressed a kiss to his hair.
“Come back to bed when you’re done eating,” the man said, swiping a finger into Lance’s bowl and licking it clean. “I’m not finished with you just yet.”
Shiro moved away from Lance and walked to the doorway, turning to wink at the boy before he left the room.
Lance sat there silently for a moment in shock, before quickly stuffing another large bite of food in his mouth. He all but threw his bowl into the sink and ran out of the kitchen towards Shiro’s room, wiping off the face mask on his robe as he went.
It wasn’t like he’d be needing it anyway.
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