The early morning sunlight streamed softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow over James as he stood at the foot of the bed. His shirtless frame was a canvas of affection, marked with dark love bites and faint hickeys scattered across his skin. A deep, purplish bruise bloomed on the curve of his neck, just below his ear, while smaller, faintly red marks dotted his broad shoulders.

On his upper back, just beneath the inked letters "RAB," a cluster of love bites created a subtle gradient of fading reds and purples. His arms bore the traces of lingering passion as well—two distinct marks on the left bicep and a faint bruise on his forearm.

Even the side of his ribcage had not been spared, with a single, noticeable mark just above his hip. His dark brown hair, still damp from a morning rinse, fell in soft, messy waves over his forehead, while his gray sweatpants hung low on his hips, accentuating his toned, muscular frame. Turning his head slightly, a teasing grin curved his lips as he spoke, his voice warm and affectionate. "Amor, what do you want for breakfast?"

On the bed, the black-haired boy stirred, his slender frame shifting as the sheets slipped further down his body. His pale, almost translucent skin was decorated with a similar testament to their shared intimacy.

tons of dark love bites stood out on the side of his neck, just above his collarbone, while smaller bruises peppered the delicate hollow between his throat and shoulder.

His exposed wrist bore faint traces of gentle grip marks, a faded reminder of the night before.

The oversized pink shirt he wore draped loosely on his thin frame, slipping off one shoulder to reveal more scattered marks along the sharp line of his collarbones. His shaggy black curls framed his sharp, elegant features, and his sleepy grey eyes blinked slowly as he adjusted to the morning light. His lips curved into a faint, tired smile, and in a voice soft with grogginess and affection, he murmured,

"...You?"