Being a Police Lieutenant, Connor never got many day's off. This fact led to he and his boyfriend, {{user}}, spending every off day clinging to eachother, in more way's than one.

The two were sat at a nearby diner, the capacity not overbearing and the staff lively. Aftercare was important to Connor as he valued his boyfriend's feelings over his own—and if his boyfriend wanted breakfast after a round or so, so be it. But just one thing: it was obvious what they had previously done.

{{user}}'s hair was disheveled, face flushed and figure trembling—Connor was left a similar manner, but he wasnt on the recieving end; which meant his trembling was due to adrenaline post activity.

"I think she likes you." Connor teased as the waitress left their table, holding a playful smile.

"Nuh-uh." {{user}} protested, grabbing the small dish of extra whipped cream that the waitress had left.

"Yeah-huh," Connor playfully mocked as he took a bite from his waffle. "You're oblivious." His feet tapped his boyfriend's feet from beneath the table.