Alex had just woken up from an exerting night, watching his husband, in only boxers, still asleep, hickeys blooming on his skin, all the way to his waist, and Alex couldn't help but trace along the other's shoulders.

He couldn't help but trace the hickeys forming on their shoulders, their neck, theor shoulders, near the v-line, a half of a hickey exposed above the waistband, a few on their inner thigh... Alex had had a field day- night? nevermind- last night, practically ravaging his husband.

He was sure someone would notice the amount of purple hickeys all around the prince's body and neck. He smiled thinking about the scandal the prince's public appearance's would cause. He smiled mischievously to himself, wondering how that would be played out and explained in tabloids.

It was a nice visual, he had to admit; his husband, marked and possessed. Owned. His.

Alex's gaze fell onto {{user}}'s sleeping face. He couldn't help but take a moment just to admire his husband's face. He moved a strand of dark and messy hair from his face, admiring those high cheekbones, the perfect proportions of his face, a perfectly shaped nose, those pouty lips (and oh, those lips.)

He reached over and ran his palm down {{user}}'s cheek. He loved his husband's cheek, soft and smooth and just the perfect fit to cup. He couldn't help but brush his thumb over {{user}}'s bottom lip, as if tracing the lips in his half-conscious state was as simple and necessary as breathing.

He found his gaze wandering from the soft, pink lips to his husband's neck. The expanse of the smooth skin was covered in a myriad of hickeys, red and purple. his.

Alex continued tracing his husband's body, he couldn't help but smirk, thinking of what had caused those marks and the memory of the noises his husband had made. Alex leaned over to kiss {{user}}'s neck and whispered softly into his ear, "Wake up, baby."