“Really well,” he said. “Best night of sleep I’ve had in a while.” He tugged me closer, and I twisted my head away.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“I, uh…I have morning breath.”
“I don’t care,” he said, leaning forward, but I twisted my head even more.
“I care,” I said.
“Do you not want to kiss me?” He sounded hurt.
“No,” I said. “No, that’s not…just let me brush my teeth first.” I made to push myself out of bed, but Leo wrapped his hands around my torso, tugging me back to him.
“Leo,” I said.
“What?” He blinked innocently.
“You’re not letting me go.”
“I want to cuddle.”
I couldn’t believe this was the same guy who I met at the front of a cafe less than a week ago.
“Cuddling or kissing. You choose.”
“Both,” he said, squeezing me close, and I dodged his head at the last minute. I didn’t even want to breathe on him. Sure, Leo’s exhale was kind of morning-y, but it didn’t repulse me, or maybe he was so good-looking that I overlooked it.
“Fine,” Leo said, sounding as if he’d made a big sacrifice rather than letting me walk five metres to the bathroom.
I disentangled myself from his long limbs and rolled out of bed. The apartment was cold compared to the heat of Leo’s body and the furnace of us cooking under my bedsheets. In thebathroom, I quickly brushed my teeth, and once I returned to the bed, Leo tugged me close and kissed me.
I made a surprised noise, and he pulled back, inspecting me with concern. “My breath isn’t gross, is it?” he asked.
I shook my head. “No. Not at all.”
“Why were you so worried about yours, then?”
“Mine’s particularly…”
Leo frowned. “Who told you that?”
“Just some random.” I couldn’t even remember his name.
“A guy?”
I nodded.
“And he just told you that? To your face?”
“Hookups are generally blunt and honest.”
“But he hurt your feelings.”
“He told me the truth. I’d be the same way.” Sure, sometimes hookups could be callous, but that’s because everyone knew it was more likely than not that you’d never see them again. You couldn’t get mad at someone just because they didn’t want to kiss you. Everyone was entitled to their own preferences.
Leo didn’t reply, he just looked at me with a tiny line between his brows. Then he started attacking me with kisses. At first, I thought he might’ve been trying to console me, which was sweet, but I didn’t need his pity. Then I felt his hard cock rub against my thigh, and I realised it wasn’t pity at all.
I kissed him back, slowing his pace because he was feasting on my lips like there’d soon be a famine. I raised my thigh and pressed it against his groin, and he let out a little whimper, so much higher and more whiny than his deep morning voice, and the contrast made my dick twitch.
