Hoxton x Wolf [Oneshots]

Payback❤️‍🔥

Summary: Wolf teases Hoxton, and Hoxton wants revenge, even if he gets it in a rather extreme way.

Third Person POV

   The morning rays shone through the curtains of their room, casting a gentle light onto the bed where two criminals lay asleep.

   Wolf slowly opened his eyes, blinking once or twice to get used to the brightness of the daylight. He sighed softly, enjoying the quietness of the early day, before he shifted his position to lay on his side, facing his still-sleeping lover.

   Right next to him laid a supine and unconscious Brit.

   Hoxton's eyes were still closed, sleeping soundlessly as he laid on their shared and comfortable bed, completely unaware of the pair of eyes that were observing his sleeping figure.

   The gang had a very successful heist, stealing much more valuable items than they usually did, and had reveled in their success with a celebration at the local bar. And while Hoxton hadn't gotten completely wasted the other night, he certainly had stayed up late, and had exhausted himself.

   Wolf continued to silently observe his sleeping partner, taking in every little detail he could see of his face.

   An affectionate smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

   Watching Hoxton sleep was almost therapeutic for him. There was just something soothing and peaceful in how relaxed and tranquil the usually rowdy and disrespectful man looked right now.

   He let out a soft hum, as he slowly reached out and carded his fingers through Hoxton's hair.

   The Swedish heister slowly and carefully slid closer to his lover, until he was right next to him, gently wrapping an arm around Hoxton's middle, while also nuzzling his nose against the crook of his neck, placing a soft kiss against his skin.

   The Brit murmured a few unintelligible mumbles as he was snuggled against, though he didn't wake up, nor did he resist the affection. He shortly ceased his mutters, continuing to lay there, sound asleep.

   Wolf smiled against Hoxton's neck as he heard the other man mumble into the early morning, the mumbled words turning the corners of his lips upwards, a feeling of amusement flowing through him.

   He slowly began trailing his lips upwards, gently peppering light kisses against the skin of Hoxton's neck and jaw, enjoying the feeling of his lover's warm, sleepy body in his arms.

   Slowly, Wolf slid his hand under the younger man's shirt, his palm sliding across his stomach and abdomen.

   A slight shiver went down Hoxton's spine as he felt something cold trace across the skin of his midriff. Despite that, he didn't wake up from it, just shifting his body ever so slightly, before returning to a state of dormancy.

   Once again, Wolf felt a surge of affection wash over him.

   A small, affectionate smile etched itself onto his face as he felt his lover shift slightly, and he began to gently massage the skin of his stomach, his fingers tracing small, gentle patterns against the warm, soft flesh.

   He continued showering the younger man with a trail of small kisses, before gently nibbling at the sensitive skin just behind his ear.

   Finally, the Brit eventually opened his eyes. He was half-awake, looking over at Wolf with a tired but confused look in his eyes.

   "What're you doing...?" He maffled, bemused by the fact that he had woken up to the other man gnawing at his skin, as well as Wolf's hand under his shirt.