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Sean woke up feeling refreshed, his muscles somehow both relaxed and slightly sore from the activities of the night before. Before meeting White, he thought he'd never be able to feel such peace again. Sure, he did have some nightmares still, but on those few restless nights, he knew someone would come save him from his monsters with a gentle touch and a warm embrace. He stretched languidly, a smile growing on his face. Turning his gaze to the other side of the bed, he found it regrettably empty, as was the rest of the room, but still warm. Last night had been amazing (as always) and he found himself thinking that he certainly wouldn't mind a repeat of that. White couldn't have gotten too far after all... for various reasons.
Smirking, Sean slowly got up, found his shirt among the clothes haphazardly thrown around the room (they had been in a bit of a hurry, for the first round at least) and got out of the room. Hearing some clattering, he spotted his lover tinkering with a bike downstairs, his back to him. He smiled to himself, a wave of love filling him at the sight of his beloved, and decided to play a little prank on him. He got down the ladder as silently as possible and snuck up on him, deciding on the best course of action on the way.
Sean finally settled on slapping his lovely behind, leaning in to whisper in his ear.
« Hey there cutie ! How about you bring that ass back to bed so I can give it some more loving ? »
Before White could reply, a sudden racket made him turn around. The noise had come from two cups of coffee that had been dropped to the ground by someone wearing glasses, who seemed to be in a great shock... and who also looked very much like White ? But then whose ass had he just slapped ?
... And that's when Sean knew he fucked up.
He slowly turned back around to a fuming Black, who already had a death grip on him.
« You're a dead man. »