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Heatwaves were the bane of Lambert’s life. He hated feeling sweaty, and the stifling humidity in the air was suffocating. The intensity of the heat meant that he couldn’t sleep, leaving him feeling extra grumpy and exhausted as the daylight streamed into his window at the crack of dawn.
That morning, he woke up sweating profusely, a heavy weight draped across his back. He groaned as he lifted his head off the pillow, blowing his hair off his face in a huff, and he barely managed to peer over his shoulder at the lump of catlike human that had decided to sprawl out over him.
“Fuck off, too hot,” he grumbled, trying to shake off his human blanket.
Aiden just laughed, and there was a sharp pain in Lambert’s shoulder followed by another sleepy chuckle.
“You bit me!” Lambert snapped, too hot and desperate for more sleep, and yet still unreasonably fond of his boyfriend, even at this hour of the morning.
“You’re just a snack, how could I resist?” Aiden murmured as he trailed kisses down Lambert’s spine, mumbling nonsense in his half asleep haze.
“Ass,” Lambert chided without any real heat to his words. He didn’t have the energy to really snap at his boyfriend, even if he was being a little shit. Instead, he buried his head into his pillow in a futile attempt to block out the light, and at least now that Aiden was awake, he wasn’t plastered against Lambert’s back, all hot and sticky.
Well, still hot. Aiden was ridiculously attractive, and the bastard knew it, enjoying flustering Lambert at every available opportunity.
“Excellent plan!” Aiden cooed, which was Lambert’s only warning, before his boyfriend’s teeth latched onto his butt.
“Oi!”
“Hmm.”
“Get off! You bastard! Feral little shit!” Lambert growled as he tried to swat his boyfriend away, but it was no use. He wasn’t as flexible as Aiden and he couldn’t reach the bastard’s head.
“You love me.” The words were muffled, a garbled mess of tongue and teeth against Lambert’s ass, but he recognised the tone, the sing-song lilt that Aiden used whenever he was being a mischievous gremlin of a man.
With a sigh, Lambert agreed, despite his better judgement. Aiden was a complete bastard but he was still the best man that Lambert had ever known, and god did he love him with everything he had. “I’ll love you even more if you stop biting my ass,” he muttered.
“No you wouldn’t.” Came the muffled reply.
“And even more if you made me coffee.”
Aiden’s teeth sunk down harder into Lambert’s ass, and he yelped.
“Shit!”
“I am not your slave, wolf,” Aiden hissed as he finally released Lambert’s cheek, giving it a firm swat. “Make your own coffee.”
“Oh and a bacon sandwich,” Lambert smirked, rolling over onto his back so he could finally meet his boyfriend’s eyes.
Aiden just scoffed and crawled back up the bed to capture Lambert’s lips in a kiss, sweaty and gross and perfect.
“Bastard,” Aiden murmured against his lips.
“Says you.”
“Mhmm.”
“Feral kitten.”
“Oh just shut up and kiss me,” Aiden snapped.
And so he did.