As sunlight filtered in from the window, Ashton blinked sleepily awake. He was sore all over on the bed, in a room that wasn't his own. He attempted to sit up, but an arm of muscle slumped over his waist, keeping him there in bed. Ashton jumped at the contact until he remembered what happened last night, and his skin burned bright red. Ashton wished the bed would open beneath him and swallow him to avoid this embarrassing situation around him. He had just slept with the man who had claimed to be his partner, thinking he had lost his memory, then heard that he admitted he remembered everything, and now was in bed with the man who was obsessed.
"Morning," Lance's voice came up behind Ashton, making him jump. His wings, tail, and horns were still out. Lance's other hand ran over Ashton's wings and tail, making him jump from how sensitive they were last night. Lance ran his hands through Ashton's hair, tracing his horns, making him jump. "You're so sensitive."
Lance pulled Ashton back until his back was against Lance's chest. Ashton went stiff, feeling Lance's body pressed against him. Ashton began burning up from embarrassment and fluster. Lance buried his face in Ashton's neck, breathing in his scent. Ashton wanted to scream from how fast his heart was beating, but he was too stunned to move an inch.
"Your heart is racing," Lance said as he held Ashton in his arms. He felt up Ashton's body, tracing every mark left on Ashton's body. His body throbbed from last night. Lance was feeling up his body and teasing his wings. tail, and horns. "You were loud last night and felt incredible inside."
"Okay!" Ashton shot up from bed, then flopped on the floor face-first. Lance sat up when Ashton fell to the floor. "Ow!"
"That was quite a fall," Lance laughed. He got up and made his way to Ashton. "Did that hurt?"
"I'm fine!" Ashton tried to get up, but his legs gave out immediately. "Fuck!"
"Looks like you can't stand up," Lance said as he kneeled beside Ashton and saw how red Ashton was. "You are as red as a cherry. I'd love to get some on you, it'd make things fun."
"What-" Ashton's voice cracked very high-pitched. "Quiet!"
"No, I don't think I will," Lance picked Ashton up in a princess carry. Ashton squirmed, trying to get out of Lance's arms. "Besides, we have breakfast to get through."
"No! No, no, no, last night was plenty!" Ashton was too flustered and red to speak properly, his voice rising to a new high pitch. And his body is burning up. Lance stopped when he heard his phone ringing. Lance sighed, set Ashton on a chair in the kitchen, and went to find his phone.
"Wait there," Lance told him, and kissed him quickly on the lips. "I need to take that, we can continue to breakfast afterwards."
Ashton sat still while Lance left. He waited until Lance was out of sight, then he looked around for his clothes and saw them in a folded pile in the bathroom. Ashton managed to limp to the bathroom in silence, grabbed his clothes, and slid them on as quickly as possible.
"Alright, what is it?" Lance demanded as he answered the phone. Whoever he was talking to on the phone while Ashton made it to the open window, where Lance carried him inside last night. "No, I'm busy today, finally got Ashton in my bed, anyway."
"Gah," Ashton gagged on the air, then glared at Lance's back while he was on the phone, facing away from him. Ashton made it out of the window and flew off, his wings pulsing as he flew.
"And I- God fucking damn it," Lance said as Ashton flew off. Lance grabbed some clothes and slid them on while on the phone. "Excuse me, I have a dragon to hunt."
Lance hung up and flew out the window after Ashton. Ashton immediately felt a gay panic spiking from the inside out. Changing direction, Ashton flew up into the clouds, trying to lose Lance in the sky. But Lance was just as fast, flying over him and keeping up with him and at a steady pace unlike Ashton's shaky flying.
"Going somewhere handsome?" Lance teased while flying over him. Ashton made a hiss flustered noise while attempting to escape. "What? can't handle it after last night's fun?"
"I- Shut up, Lance!" Ashton yelled at him and tried to fly off when his wings gave out, still weak from what Lance did to him last night. "Damn it!"
Lance dove after him. Ashton gave up and hid his wings, tail and horns. Lance watched with a smirk as they dissolved. Lance slid his arms around Ashton's waist and flew off. Ashton accepted defeat and held onto Lance's shoulders as he carried Ashton off.
"You are an ass," Ashton said, his face an impossible shade of red.
"Well, I could go back in you, while on one of these buildings-"
"Lance!" Ashton screamed at him. Lance just laughed. He carried Ashton back to his apartment and flew in through an open window in the hallway of the floor Ashton lived on. Lance carried Ashton to his apartment, holding his apartment keys in his hand. "How in all hell did you get my apartment keys?"
"I grabbed them on my way after you when I flew after you," Lance explained, like it was the most normal thing in the world. Ashton groaned, folding his arms over his chest while Lance unlocked the apartment door and went inside.
"Okay, you are going to explain a few things now," Ashton came close to demanding.
"Explain what?" Lance set Ashton on a chair in the kitchen and shut the door and locked it now that they were both inside Ashton's apartment.
"Why did you say you were my partner when I was with my now ex and didn't even try to explain what was happening?" Ashton demanded to know, trying not to show how flustered he was.