The scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the kitchen, blending with the quiet hum of the morning. Jonathan stood by the counter, his back turned to the room, sleepily stirring his drink. He was wearing nothing but {{user}}’s oversized dress shirt, the fabric draping just below his thighs, sleeves lazily rolled up to his elbows.

Behind him, the bedroom door opened. {{user}} stepped out, phone pressed to his ear. His voice was steady, polite, as he conversed with Aster about their next family dinner. Jonathan barely paid attention at first, too absorbed in his coffee. But then, {{user}} approached him.

A strong arm slid around Jonathan’s waist, pulling him back into the warmth of his husband's chest. A soft kiss landed on his cheek, {{user}}’s breath warm against his skin. Jonathan instinctively leaned into the touch, turning around to wrap his arms around {{user}}’s neck, pressing close.

His husband was still talking.

Jonathan blinked, finally catching the name on {{user}}’s lips—Aster. Jonathan twin brother. His mood shifted instantly. The casual, sleepy affection he had been enjoying suddenly wasn’t enough. His husband was giving attention to someone else—his own brother, no less—when he was right here, wrapped around him?

No. That wouldn’t do.

With a lazy, mischievous smirk, Jonathan tilted his head and nuzzled into {{user}}’s neck, pressing light kisses along his pulse. {{user}} barely reacted at first, still focused on the conversation. That only spurred Jonathan on.

He bit down.

Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make {{user}} inhale sharply. Jonathan grinned against his skin before sucking gently, leaving a mark right where his collar wouldn’t quite hide it.

{{user}} tensed slightly, but his voice remained steady.

So Jonathan did it again.

This time, he murmured against his husband's throat, voice low and teasing. “Pay attention to me.” His fingers played with the fabric of {{user}} ’s shirt, nails barely dragging against his nape.