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That morning Ryan woke up with the sun in his face, and Ira tucked into him, so snuggly, that he almost did not get up. Almost. 

He was always an early riser, and he enjoyed his mornings. He was looked at weirdly by other people, mostly because he was so cheerful at a time when most people struggled to stay awake. But he didn't mind that. And certainly didn't mind that Ira loved to sleep in. In fact, it was the single most precious thing that made his mornings even more special lately. 

Ever since they got together a few weeks back, and he got to experience the warmth of another body pressed against his, Ira's body to be precise, he didn't want to go a day in his life without experiencing that. And as he learned, Ira loved his beauty sleep. And after their activities last night, Ira sure needed that sleep. More than Ryan, anyway. 

Ryan stretched in the bed, careful of Ira's octopus-like grip on him, and hummed at the way he could feel all the sore spots on his body. A reminder of how well last night went. 

Grinning to himself, he managed to untangle himself from Ira and the moment he wanted to get up, Ira's arms wrapped around his waist and he murmured "don't go" into his heated skin. 

Ryan didn't want to. But he had to face the day. Ira was so tempting... He was going to resist the pull. He was. Okay, he could give Ira five more minutes. 

Ira stirred once again when Ryan really managed to get up, and those blue eyes were still glassy with sleep. Ryan managed to lean down and kiss Ira, telling him to go back to sleep. 

Mission accomplished, Ryan tracked down one of the fallen shirts from last night and his underwear, quickly getting dressed. He went into the kitchen, starting on the coffee machine, focusing on making coffee for Ira the way he liked it, while having his first one for the day. He knew despite his best efforts, Ira wouldn't stay asleep for long. Somehow if one of them was not in bed, usually the other one woke up at once. 

Funny thing, Ryan thought as he took the coffees with him and headed back to the bedroom, he never really had all of this before, and now he couldn't live without it. 

The warm bed, Ira sleeping in it, hell, Ira spending the night. At this point he was more on the boat than at his own house. It should have worried Ryan, but somehow all of this felt right. The overwhelming need to shut things down before he got too attached, was not present.

As predicted, Ira was awake when Ryan returned to the bedroom, albeit still laying down. He looked so soft and inviting. 

Ryan walked around the bed, leaving the coffee mug for Ira on the nightstand and then he went to his side of the bed (God, he was gone more than he thought if he referred to the left side of the bed as "his"). He took a sip of his own coffee when he noticed the look on Ira's face. 

It was halfway between shock and surprise, his eyes were shining, and there was a hint of hurt in them, and Ryan's heart started beating faster. What if he fucked up? What if he made it the wrong way? 

"Did I not make it the way you like it? I mean, I know you changed your habits recently, and I was weirded out by you wanting to get smoothies all the time, but I don't think your coffee taste changed. Four sugars and heavy cream. You know what, I'll just make you another one, and-" 

Ryan was stopped short by Ira taking a sip of his coffee and the look of content on his face. That, and tears. 

"What's wrong, Ira?" 

Ira turned to face him and then he took another sip of coffee, holding the mug with both hands. 

"Nothing is wrong, I'm just emotional, is all. You did everything right." 

"I don't think anyone ever cried when I gave them coffee before." Ryan shrugged, finishing his second cup. 

"It's not what you think... I-" Ira was looking at his coffee now. "I have been married four times, and had some relationships in between marriages. I... No one has done this for me before. Bringing me coffee to bed, or anything of the likes." 

And oh. It clicked just then. 

"No one has done this for you before?" 

Ira shook his head. 

"I'm sorry about that." 

"It's okay. I know it's not something I should give much thought to, but... Realistically speaking, it hurts that it's assumed we do not want anything like that." 

"I know what you mean. I have never had that happen to me either. I guess people just assume that we are not fans of small gestures." 

"I guess so." 

Ryan slowly sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Ira who was finishing his coffee, and staring off into the distance. 

"We're quite the pair, aren't we?" Ira said as he left his empty mug on the nightstand. 

"I guess we are." 

"We both have people overlooking us, and thinking we do not deserve the softness. It's like all they see is hard edges, you know? And it's not true. By the way, I like how my shirt looks on you." 

Ryan's cheeks flushed at the compliment. He did not see that it was Ira's shirt when he put it on, but he liked the feel of it on his skin. 

"I don't want to go as far as saying you are mine, but damn, that's just... And your hair. I was right, you do look better dressed like this, all casual, and rumpled." 

Ryan was getting hot under the collar from all the compliments Ira was giving him, and he had to admit that they moved from emotional to hot in two minutes flat. 

The last particle of resolve his body possessed, died when Ira whispered in his ear. 

"I want to fuck you in it." 

There was a frantic energy in the room when Ira's hands reached for his underwear, and he arranged Ryan so he was laying on his back on the bed. 

Ryan was still open from last night, but Ira paid close attention to fingering him again, and it was all Ryan could do to not come on the spot. 

"You look so pliant in the mornings. And I like how you always let me get you back in bed..." 

Then Ira slid lower on the bed, and his mouth was on Ryan's cock. Ryan shouted, not expecting that, and then relaxed further with Ira taking him to the edge, and right before he could come, pulled off of his cock. 

"Not yet, sweetheart. Turn around." 

Ryan turned around, feeling Ira sliding home, and draping himself all over Ryan's back. He felt the closeness and the warmth, and the huge "thank you" that was written all over Ira's actions. 

Ryan was overwhelmed by the way Ira felt inside him, and his cock rubbing against the sheets, trapped between his body and the bed, as Ira pounded into him, seemingly trying to fuck him into next week.  

They finished at the approximately same time and then Ira just sagged on top of Ryan, still inside him, and running his hands all over the shirt material. 

Ryan enjoyed the way Ira felt on top of him, his weight grounding him to the moment. 

"Thank you for that." He managed to get out after a while. 

"Oh, don't thank me. It was a pleasure. Just, do me a favor: don't wear any of my shirts at work. I won't be responsible for the consequences." 

All blood went south at the images flashing in Ryan's brain. 

He created a monster.