“I think that it says an awful lot about your character, that you insist on keeping to your morning routine even knowing that the rest of your day is going to be completely off that routine.”
Quill hummed in response, moving from cobra into downward facing dog and breathing deeply as he did so. He enjoyed the feeling in his muscles as they were stretched and the pull of muscles unfamiliar with the activities of the night before. Quill absolutely loved performing his sun salutations the morning after getting laid, reveled in the way his body seemed to still be singing even so many hours after it had been overwhelmed with pleasure.
“You are extremely flexible. If I’d remembered that last night, we could have been a lot more creative.”
Quill grinned to himself, chuckling as he stretched and moved into a headstand.
“Well, if you’d been more awake last night, we could have been more creative. Instead, you decided not to sleep on your flight here and were too tired to do anything more than good old vanilla sexing last night.”
Ransom laughed, rolling back up onto the bed as he did so, and gazed up at the ceiling.
“I can’t believe that you can say ‘sexing’ with a completely serious face and while you’re upside down. But, I have to say that your morning after glow is coming in quite well.” He commented, turning his head to gaze appreciatively at his lover.
Quill rolled his eyes, praying for patience in dealing with the silly man, his best friend and lover, before the man had had his morning cup of coffee. Before he had his morning caffeine fix, Ransom tended to revert to his college-aged way of speaking. Quill couldn’t help but find it helplessly endearing.
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