Jay lay on his back in the wide bed, the sheets tangled low around his waist, his skin still warm from everything they had done earlier. The room was dark except for the faint glow of the city lights filtering through the heavy curtains. Roman was above him, chest pressed to Jay's, one hand braced beside Jay's head while the other cupped the side of his face. Their mouths moved slowly, deeply, the kiss unhurried and possessive. Roman's tongue slid against Jay's, tasting him, claiming him again without words. Jay's fingers curled into the back of Roman's neck, holding him there, letting the heat of the kiss push everything else from his mind.
Roman kissed him like he had all the time in the world, like he could erase every other touch Jay had ever felt. Jay's body responded even though he was exhausted, a low hum of pleasure vibrating in his chest. Roman's thumb brushed Jay's jaw, tilting his head just right, deepening the kiss until Jay's breath hitched.
Then Roman's phone rang.
