It was well over three am when Luke finally got home.
He was working extra hard lately, ever since he spotted the right ring to propose with to be exact. It was expensive and he photographed three gigs a week in addition to working in the gallery Monday through Friday. In Luke's opinion, it was all worth it.
As quietly as possible he stored his camera equipment away. The apartment was dark and he tried not to trip over piles of empty canvases.
Luke opened the door to their bedroom only to find it empty. He smiled to himself before walking back to the hallway, he walked to the next door which served as Michael's studio slash cat room.
Michael was sleeping on the large sofa; his face was illuminated by a dimmed light that was covered with a dirty piece of cloth. Luke mentally awed before walking to his boyfriend. He kissed his cheek that had freckles of paint all over it. After another kiss on the pale forehead, other cheek and another to his lips, Michael finally opened his eyes.
His face immediately lit up when seeing Luke and he pulled him down for another kiss.
"C'mon babe, let's go to bed."
Michael let out a small yawn and nodded, letting himself being pulled towards their room. They stripped to their boxers and tangled themselves into each other's warmth.
They fell asleep with their lips touching and their hands tangled above the sheets.
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