Three hearts, one home (Dayasco)

Time bomb

When they broke apart, he helped her out of the tub, her skin slick with water. Bosco clung to him, her legs still wobbly from the intensity of their lovemaking. He chuckled, a warm sound that filled the room. "Easy there," he murmured, his hands steadying her.

Daya grabbed a towel, wrapping it around her gently. He couldn't help but appreciate the way her skin glowed in the soft light, the way her curves seemed to be drawn just for his eyes. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to her forehead, feeling her shiver. "You okay?" he asked, his voice a gentle rumble as he wrapped a towel around his own waist.

Bosco nodded, her eyes still a bit glazed from their encounter. "Perfect," she murmured, her voice a contented sigh. She leaned into him, her arms looping around his neck. "I don't want to let you go," she whispered, her eyes searching his.

Daya chuckled, his own body still humming with satisfaction. "You don't have to," he said, his voice a gentle rumble. "But we do need to get you dressed before we go back to my place baby."

Bosco nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "Mm," she murmured, her voice a contented purr. She allowed him to dry her off, his touches gentle and loving as he wrapped the towel around her. He picked her up, carrying her out of the bathroom and into her bedroom, the warmth of his body against hers making her feel cherished.

Gently, he set her down on the bed, his eyes never leaving hers. He reached into her drawer, pulling out a pair of panties and a T-shirt. "Here," he murmured, his voice soft as he handed them to her. She took them with a smile, her eyes still locked on his.

As she slid the shirt over her head, her laughter filled the room, the fabric clinging to her damp skin. "I think I might need to wear more clothes than this for going outside, baby," she said, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

Daya chuckled, his gaze lingering on her bare legs. "I don't know," he teased, his voice a low rumble. "I think you'd cause quite the stir."

Bosco rolled her eyes playfully, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink. "You're terrible," she murmured, slipping into the panties he'd picked for her. The fabric clung to her skin, leaving little to the imagination, but she felt comfortable and loved in his presence.

Her gaze lingered on Daya as he pulled on a pair of boxers, his muscles rippling with the movement. She couldn't help but admire the way the material hugged his hips, highlighting his perfect physique. She felt a twinge of arousal, despite the fact that they had just been intimate. She couldn't get enough of him.

Bosco reached into her drawer, her cheeks still aflame as she rummaged through her clothes. She pulled out a pair of shorts that barely covered her thighs, a bit too revealing for the cool evening air but she knew it would drive Daya wild.

As she slid them on, she couldn't help but watch him in the mirror. His muscles flexed and rippled as he pulled on a T-shirt, his tattoo a stark contrast against his tanned skin. "Why do you have to be so pretty and so handsome at the same time." She whined, her face blushing.

Daya turned to face her, his own cheeks tinged with a hint of color. He stepped closer, his hand coming up to trace her jawline. "Why do you have to be so perfect?" He whispered, leaning in to kiss her softly.

Bosco giggled, feeling a rush of shyness as she tried to cover her face with her hands. "You're too much," she murmured, her voice muffled by her palms. But Daya wasn't one to let her hide away. With a playful smirk, he reached over and easily picked her up, hoisting her over his shoulder.

Her squeal of surprise was cut off as her stomach muscles tightened, her legs dangling over his broad back. "Daya!" she protested, her voice a mix of laughter and feigned outrage. But he didn't put her down, instead he held her firmly with one hand wrapped around her thighs, keeping her in place.