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"Look at him"
Luka's soft brown eyes slowly opened, vision a bit blurry before they settled on the tall man next to the bed. He was warm and comfortable under the gentle covers, the thought of moving from his position irritated him. He took in a light breath, filling his lungs with needed air as a smile grin grew on his plushy lips.
Zlatan looked down at the tiny Croat, tender eyes gazing upon the man's beauty with no shame. His heart was beating with love and his veins were filled with the flow of passion and joy at the sight of Luka.
"The most beautiful man on the planet" Zlatan spoke, words coming out as if rehearsed. He sounded so sure of himself, like what he said was nothing but true. "How are you feeling?" He spoke quietly so as to not disturb the peaceful atmosphere in the room.
Luka's chest was pressed to the mattress, back to the ceiling with covers wrapped around him up to his neck. His cheek was pressed to the warm pillow underneath his head, eyes open and looking at Zlatan.
"Fine" he spoke, voice growly from sleep, "You?"
"Whenever I see you it becomes perfect, älskling" The Swede told Luka, sitting down on the edge of the bed. It dipped a bit under him, but his loved one didn't seem to mind. On the contrary, despite the fact he didn't want to move, the other turned around, choosing to sit up to face the lion. Said lion moved, carefully putting his palm to Luka's chin, running his thumb over the corner of Luka's lips.
“You’re beautiful” Zlatan told him, to which Luka gave a light chuckle, chest rumbling “You say that every morning”
“Because It’s true. There’s no one more beautiful than you, my love.” His other hand moved, taking Luka’s hand into his own and pressing a light kiss to the knuckles, watching as Luka’s cheeks became red with embarrassment. His lover shook his head a bit..
“You’re.. something else, Zlatan”
Zlatan raised an eyebrow. “Zlatan?”
Luka blinked “Yes”
“No no.. You know what I like” Zlatan smirked, “Call me by my nickname, love”
Luka’s blush seemed to deepen, heading down his neck. Zlatan couldn’t think of a more perfect sight. His lover was the definition of adorable.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about..”
Zlatan scooched forward, not stopping till his back was pressed against Luka’s thigh They kept eye contact, not looking away from each other for even a second. The hand on Luka’s cheek slid down, going down his shoulder and arm, till it did a slight jump and laid itself on Luka’s waist. The hand gave a gentle squeeze, Zlatan smirking in satisfaction when the gesture made the Croat perk up. The hand holding Luka’s also moved, laying itself on the other side of Luka’s tiny waist.
The Croat was very small. Zlatan was sure if his hands were a bit bigger he could wrap his palms around Luka’s waist and his fingers would touch.
The Swede then pulled Luka closer, suddenly and without any warning, forcing a light gasp out of his lover. In a single moment Zlatan also got close, pressing his face against the side of Luka’s neck. He inhaled the sweet and milky scent of his lover, enjoying every second of it before speaking yet again..
“Say my name, love.” He closed the distance, pressing a kiss to Luka’s neck, “You know what it is”
Luka shivered, gulping down a lump in his throat..
“Zlatan..”
Zlatan growled, the hold on Luka’s hips tightening just a bit.. “You know what it is”
Luka took in a small breath, closing his eyes as Zlatan nibbled on the spot he kissed and letting out a breathy sigh..
“Lion..”
“There it is..”