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Madrid was still in the early mornings.
The sun lazily peered through the unshut blinds basking the kitchen in a golden glow, the smell of fried eggs filled the room and gave it a domestic feeling as Arda stood there flipping the food in the hot pan humming tunes.
Dean slowly woke from their bed rubbing away the last bits of sleep as a gentle smile washed over his face when he smelled what was coming from the other room, he grabbed his loose shorts and carefully made his way to the kitchen where someone was waiting for him with a slight surprise.
As he leaned on the doorway as his eyes slowly focused on the boy standing a few feet away dean realised something may have been out of place.
The massive 24 of deans real madrid shirt branded Ardas back hanging loose around him showing his shoulder so much that it would put a victorian woman in shock and from what dean could see he was only wearing just his shirt making their size difference very apparent it almost drowned Arda in sea of white and gold, dean completely short circuited in that moment all he could think is how lucky he was to have Arda be his in that moment and that he was the only one to see this.
“nice shirt Arda” voice still raspy from just waking up
Arda starts plating the eggs before they burn making sure to show his devious smirk to dean because he knows exactly what he’s doing to him.
“thanks I found it on the floor” all Dean could muster was a slight nod as he approached Arda from behind, wrapping his arms around him while placing his head on top of Ardas head.
Dean lowered his head just slightly to Ardas ear and gave it a slight peck while whispering “maybe you should keep this on and come to training” , a blush instantly crept up Ardas neck, his ears went bright red and Dean could see everything while feeling a sense of pride seeing what he could do the shorter boy.
“shutup, you’d love that wouldn’t you, everyone seeing me where your number on my back” he slightly stuttered which caused Dean to chuckle “yeah, I would, everyone knowing your mine” Arda knew Dean was just playing now “just eat your breakfast” Arda hissed still flushed from the teasing.
They both sat comfortably across from each other, enjoying the others presence. until Dean opened his mouth.
"y'know Arda i bet your feet can barely reach the floor" in that second Arda just wants to kick his mouth in but instead just shoots him a glare
Dean just stares back with a slight smirk while shoveling eggs into his mouth but he makes the mistake of letting his eyes fall down to Ardas bare thighs with only Deans shirt semi covering Ardas them.
They just looked so firm yet delicate and round, he could barely take his eyes off its like he became entranced by them wandering what they would look like marked up, all purple and red staking yet another claim over Arda because apparently wearing his shirt still isn't enough
"You make me crazy" Arda just glanced up as Dean muttered that "i know" he said as he tilted his head to the side like a puppy "you have drool coming out your mouth"
Instantly Deans eyes shot up wiping away at his mouth when he realised nothing was there while Arda sat there giggling to himself with a fork in his mouth. "you little-" "its ok Dean i know you just love me so much"
And to be fair to Arda he is correct, Dean loved him alot so he let this go this time but he wont forget the shorter boys teasing..