If it wasn't for the sun peaking through his curtains to nearly blind him, he wouldn't have known it was morning. Sitting up and leaning against the headboard, he did the same thing he did every morning: groggily push off his white sheets. Almost like a happy puppy, his morning wood greeted him. Wagging just as much too. The red ambient lighting in his room flickered on like an alarm as he reached for his phone. Immediately opening Twitter. In this red blur of half consciousness, nothing was real and that was the only reason he woke up this early. Tap. Open dms. Tap. Find Leo. Tap. Profile. Tap. Media tab. Phone went into his left hand, dark thumb scrolling as his right hand moved to slowly slide up and down eight inches of latino sausage. Fuck. That boy did things to him. His smooth muscles, fit frame and goddamn that ass. His hips grinded upwards against the air but to Rhae's far from operational mind, Leo was there.

"Fuck."

"Can't resist?"

There was a sneer somewhere on the boy's face. He knew it but fuck if he cared. Fingers gripped Leo's waist, squeezing tightly as Rhae's dick dragged itself across the male's entrance. He swore he could feel it quivering. Begging to be stretched. The boy on top of him moaned as his tip pressed against Rhae's abs. He wasn't ripped but Lord knows he kept enough muscle to take men to universes Dr Strange couldn't see. Leaning his head, he kissed and nibbled on the male's nape, tasting him like it was the last thing he'd ever eat. The room was hot as fuck and the red light wasn't helping either. He didn't care. If this was Hell, let the demons see him ravage this angel. The sweat of their bodies merged to create that sticky feeling that only felt good during sex. That feeling that told you that you were either morbidly obese or doing something right. Still grinding his hips, he traced a circle on the male's entrance, slipping a finger inside. That same finger prodded and slid against warmth until it found that familiar trail to the prostate. Leo shook and whimpered, grinding his hips downwards as if he needed that precum coated tip like air. The boy underneath him leaned his head back to focus on anything but the torturous feeling in his balls. So deep in focus that he didn't realize that Leo had gotten off him and had started to stroke his dick. Mouth leaning closer and closer.

"Wai-"

He didn't get the chance to finish before a curse ripped from his mouth as Leo started to suck on the tip. Almost instantly he came, the euphoria of hot release sending his head reeling back. Against the headboard.

He groaned, rubbing his head in pain. This bed was an opp. He couldn't even have basic peace, or clean sheets, apparently. Warm ropes of cum stained his hand and sheets. He'd definitely have a hard cleanup. He loved the morning haze.