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Calum walked inside of Ashton's room quietly, a devilish look on his face he jumped on top of the man reading on his bed. Ashton grunted a bit, his arms instantly wrapping around Calum's waist, book falling to his side. The boy giggled, wrapping his arms around Ashton's shoulders as he straddled the man.
"Hi," He smiled. Ashton smiled, leaning back against the pillows as he placed his hands on Calum's thighs.
"Is that my shirt?" Ashton asked with a small smirk, playing with the hem of the grey tee shirt Calum was wearing.
"Yup. I stole it" Calum smiled wide, pushing himself closer to his boyfriend.
"It looks better on you anyways," Ashton said, pulling the boy down so they were both laying down on their sides, facing each other. Calum traced the rim of Ashton's reading glasses, a small habit he picked up when he used to sit with Ashton in the mornings as the man read the newspaper.
Calum smiled as he traced Ashton's jawline and down the man's chest. Ashton smiled softly, taking his glasses off and setting them on the side table.
"You're so beautiful," he softly said, pulling Calum's body close to his. Calum blushed, his legs tangling with Ashton's as he pressed a hand to his chest.
"Thank you, I guess you're pretty handsome," Calum teased with a shrug.
"Oh yeah?" Ashton stuffed his face in the crook of Calum's neck, where he knows he's ticklish, making Calum laugh.
"Okay, okay, you're incredibly handsome," Calum yelled through his giggles when Ashton's started tickling his sides. Ashton chuckled as he stopped tickling the boy, keeping his face in Calum's neck. The boy swallowed down the lump in his throat, his hesitant hands resting on Ashton's hips, fisting the material of the man's shirt.
"Is this okay?" Ashton asked, nudging Calum's head to the side as he gently kissed the boy's neck. Calum nodded, pushing himself closer to his boyfriend, their legs completely entwined.
"Mhm," Calum hummed, moving one hand up to tangle in Ashton's hair. Ashton opened his mouth a bit, sucking softly at Calum's neck, enough for it to feel good but not enough to mark him. Calum moaned breathily, tugging at Ashton's hair softly. The older man's hands were resting on Calum's shoulder and high on his waist, ghosting over his body, hesitant and respectful.
"Ash," Calum said, his voice breathy and soft. Ashton immediately pulled away, looking down at Calum with soft, warm eyes.
