It all started with some harmless bickering.

You had Ash‘s hoodie on, he faked annoyance and asked you to take it off. When you refused, he stood up from the bed and grabbed you, gently but firmly. He tried to take it off of you while you were struggling to get free, your laughs filling the bedroom. Which made his usual stern eyes soften just a little bit, cracking a small smile.

It lasted a few seconds until he knew he wouldn’t get any results this way. He dragged you to the bed, pushing you on it and getting on top of you, your laughs turning into chuckles, feeling exposed, vulnerable under his dark gaze. Yet you couldn’t explain it, but it felt good in a way. His eyes darted down to your lips, his own small smile gone, which gradually stopped your chuckles. You looked down at his lips too. “Give it back.” he tried again, his tone making it clear it was the last chance. You shook your head stubbornly, not giving up “Make me.” you challenged.

He crashed his lips against yours, kissing you passionately. You placed your hands on his cheeks as his own went to the hem of his hoodie, pulling it up in one swift movement, breaking the kiss to take it off completely. He smirked “Got it.” he said before looking down at you, noticing that you had nothing under the hoodie.

He swallowed back a strangled noise that threatened him to fall out of his lips before looking back up at you. “Damn tease.” he muttered, his voice hoarse. He threw the hoodie away, not giving a damn about it anymore as his lips met your again.

Few minutes later, he was moving slowly on top of you, holding himself up on his arms on each side of your head, his hips meeting yours softly. His lips were kissing the side of your neck in a sloppy, gentle way, as if you were made of glass. Your hands were lightly traveling his body, the room filled with heavy breathings and small whimpers.

A bit later, his hips were moving faster, deeper, more desperately. His kisses against your neck turned into hickeys and small bites. Your hands were on his back and arms, grabbing and scratching, the room now filled with moans and gasps. “Fuck…” he cursed under a breath, against your neck as he felt himself getting closer to the edge. You moaned as an answer, also feeling it, your hands scratching his back. Which made him hiss in pleasure, a smug smile against your neck.

You guys were only focused on each other, completely unaware of the surroundings, until a phone rang on the nightstand.