{{user}} stirred restlessly in the plush comforter, the morning sun slicing through the gauzy curtains. beside him, martin, his older argentine lover, stirred, a low groan escaping his lips. his arm snaked around {{user}}'s waist, pulling him closer.

"buenos días, mi amor," he murmured, his voice rough with sleep.

{{user}} smiled, snuggling deeper into his embrace. "buenos días, martin. how are you feeling?"

he kissed {{user}}'s forehead, a gentle touch. "better now that i have you in my arms."