Daisy (lashton)

EPILOGUE

SIX MONTHS LATER...

"Fuck," Luke groaned, throwing his head back as he squeezed Ashton's hips tighter. "Yeah, yes, just like that. Keep going."

Ashton could only nod in reply, biting his lip as he rotated his hips counter-clockwise again. "God you feel so good," He breathed, jolting as the tip of Luke's cock hit his prostate head on.

Luke's grip on the older man's hips was so tight he was sure to leave finger shaped bruises, but he couldn't help it, it just felt too damn good. He always joked that Ashton was made just for him, but it was moments like this when they were connected so intimately and the honey haired man fit around him like a damn glove that he was positive -jokes aside- that he was right.

"Love it when you ride me," Luke pushed his hips up just as Ashton dropped down and they both moaned loudly. Ashton's pace picked up and Luke knew he was close. "That's it," He coaxed, feeling the faint fluttering around him as he reached down, wrapping his hand around Ashton's length and squeezing the base.

"L-luke," he panted, his fingers clutching at Luke's broad chest and littering crescent shaped marks across his beautiful pale skin. "Fuck I'm close."

Luke's breath hitched, his own orgasm building throughout his body as Ashton panted over him. He swiped his thumb over the head of Ashton's cock and felt it twitch under his palm. "Come for me, Baby. Need to feel you come around my cock."

It was like a practiced dance at this point, both men knowing the push and pull needed to make the other hum in pleasure, and this time was no different. With a breathy sigh and a whimper of his name, Ashton came across Luke's chest.

"Fuck, I love you," Luke growled, his grip tightening on Ashton's waist even tighter if possible and pounding his hips upwards until the hot coil in his abdomen snapped and he was shuddering his release inside of the oversensitive man in his lap.

"Love you too," Ashton used the top sheet to wipe them both off before flopping down beside his sated blonde boyfriend.

"Morning sex is truly the best wake up call." Luke sighed, gathering Ashton up in his arms.

"I've found that waking you up this early any other way usually ends up being miserable for us both."

Luke laughed and pinched Ashton's hip. "That's fair, you know I hate having to be a functional adult this early in the day."

He closed his eyes, letting himself melt into the warm sheets and the tingling sensation that Ashton's fingers left on his skin as the older man traced over the new chain of daisies tattooed along his ribs.

"I know, but it's finally the big day, you must be excited." The teasing tone of Ashton's voice wasn't lost on Luke, and he groaned, throwing the nearest pillow over his head. He breathed in, recognizing immediately that it was Ashton's pillow by the slightly sweet and musky scent of his shampoo.

"Thanks for reminding me. Now I'm definitely not getting out of this bed."

"Oh stop," Ashton laughed, slapping his chest lightly and pulling the pillow away from him. Luke opened one eye to peak at his boyfriend. He'd always loved how soft and peaceful Ashton looked in the morning, especially after a thorough fucking. His wispy honey curls seemed to almost glow in the bright morning sun and the flecks of green in his irises were hard to look away from. He looked sinful; lips full and pink and skin a perfect bronze. If Luke didn't know any better, he'd say he was staring at a Renaissance painting.

"I'm serious, I think I'm coming down with something." He let out the most pathetic cough.

"You're ridiculous." Ashton patted his chest, sitting up and pulling the sheet along with him. "It's already 8am, Calum's probably ready to throttle us by now."