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Matteo woke up first, Danny's arm wrapped tightly around his waist. Matteo blushes slightly as the memories of last night come to him.

"Good morning baby," Danny said with a groggy morning voice, that sent butterflies in his stomach. "Good morning," Matteo replies, Matteo moves to get up, but Danny's arms tightens on his waist. Danny groans, putting his head the a crook of his neck. "But you're so warm," Danny whined, Matteo laughed, running his hand through Danny's hair.

"Five more minutes." Matteo gave in, Danny made a happy noise and gently peppered kisses on Matteo's neck. Matteo giggled and tried to get away. Danny held him tighter, resting his head on Matteo's shoulder. "Danny, I gotta go pee." Matteo whined, Danny groaned, letting Matteo go. Matteo got up and walked to the bathroom, realizing the towel he fell asleep in wasn't on his hips.

He looked at Danny, who was resting on his elbows, smirking, clearly watching Matteo's ass. Matteo huffed and closed the bathroom door. He did his business, washing his hands after. He brushed his teeth and walked back to his bedroom. He threw on a pair of boxers and sweatpants, throwing Danny his clothes. "Awe, I didn't do my job right." Danny pouted, sticking out his bottom lip.

Matteo looks at him confused, "You can still walk..." Danny slyly smiled, Matteo rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "Maybe next time, love," Matteo winked at Danny. Danny smiled, grabbing Matteo's neck and pulling him into a kiss. Matteo kissed Danny back, pulling back, throwing his thighs over Danny's lap.

"God, you're so adorable." Danny mumbled, looking into Matteo's eyes. Matteo blushed and buried his face into the crook of Danny's neck. Danny chuckled and rubbed Matteo's back. "I like seeing my marks on you, darling." Danny whispered in Matteo's ear, Matteo whimpered.

"I like seeing them on me too," Matteo whispered back, Danny smiled. "What do you want for breakfast?" Matteo asked after a bit of silence, "Waffles, I make the best." Danny said proudly, Matteo smiled widely and nodded. Danny stood up, Matteo wrapped his legs around Danny's waist. Matteo giggle as Danny walked to his kitchen.

Danny sat Matteo on the counter as he rummaged through the cabinets to find stuff to make waffles. Danny grabbed a big bowl and started adding the ingredients, Matteo stared at Danny's ass the entire time, Danny rolled the sleeves of his hoodie up. "Darling, you're staring." Danny said without turning around. Matteo blushed and looked away, "No I'm not." Matteo lied, Danny shook his head and laughed.

"You're adorable." Danny quietly said, mixing the ingredients together. Matteo blushed darker, biting his lip. His eyes on the veins going up Danny's arms, that were popping out as Danny mixed the ingredients.

"You like staring at me." Danny states, Matteo giggles. "Well, you're just so hot," he replies. "If I'm so hot then how are you not blind?" Danny shot back, turning his head and looking at Matteo. Matteo huffed, "Stop being a smartass." Matteo pouted, Danny stopped mixing the ingredients, looking at Matteo and walking to him.

Danny settled himself between Matteo's thighs, gripping Matteo's chin tightly as he kissed him hard. Matteo whimpered and pulled Danny closer to him with his legs.  Danny smirked and kissed down Matteo's neck, Matteo moaned as Danny sucked on his sweet spot. Danny pulled away and poured some batter onto the waffle maker. He closed the lid and turned around and leaned against the counter, smirking at Matteo.

Matteo was sat on the counter, a very noticeable boner and his chest heaving as he breathes heavily. "You are so mean." Matteo pouts, Danny smirks and turns back around, opening the lid of the maker and pulling the waffle out and putting it on a plate.

Danny repeated the process, pouring batter, letting it cook and then taking it out and putting it on a plate.

Matteo giggle wildly when Danny turned around and handed him a plate of waffles. Matteo hops off the counter and runs to the table, grabbing the bottle of syrup and dousing his waffles with syrup.

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