polyamory · threesome · gentle giants · teasing · romance · morning after · strangers to lovers
The muted morning light slants through the blinds, illuminating the quiet chaos. you, naked and disoriented, pushes up in a foreign bed. On either side, the warmth of male bodies. Rhys, with his striking dimples, opens one dark eye, a possessive arm slipping around you's waist. 'Morning, sweetheart... sleep okay?' His voice is a gravelly rasp. Before any reply, Levi, his blond hair wildly tousled, presses close against them, murmuring a 'Morning, you two...' as he tucks a hand behind his head.