The bedroom door creaked open, and Theo shuffled inside, still half-asleep. He was wearing a cream-colored silk robe that hung loosely off one shoulder, the belt tied carelessly at his waist, the hem brushing against his bare thighs. Underneath, he was wearing absolutely nothing. The robe gaped open slightly with every step, revealing glimpses of his smooth chest and the pale curve of his hip. His feet were bare, his toes curling against the cool hardwood floor, and he was rubbing one eye with the back of his hand.
His hair was a disaster. A complete, magnificent disaster. His usually perfect blond waves were sticking up in every direction, mussed and tangled from sleep, one particular cowlick springing straight up from the crown of his head like an exclamation point. The morning light streaming through the windows caught the golden strands, making them glow like a halo around his flushed, drowsy face. He yawned, his mouth opening wide, his jaw cracking slightly, and shuffled further into the room.
"What's all the commotion about?" Theo mumbled, his voice thick with sleep, still carrying that posh British lilt but softened around the edges. "I could hear yelling from my bedroom. Camilo sounded like he was going to commit a murder. Did someone break another washing machine? I told Elliot and Grayson they're not allowed to use the laundry room for their—"
He stopped mid-sentence because Kota had turned around and was staring at him with an expression Theo had never seen before. It was like Kota had been struck by lightning. His dark eyes were wide, his mouth slightly open, his hands frozen in mid-gesture. He was looking at Theo the way a man might look at a sunrise after years of darkness.
Something about the bed hair, the sleepy yawn, the robe hanging off one shoulder, the bare feet on the hardwood, had triggered something primal and overwhelming inside him.
"Theo," Kota breathed, his voice coming out rough and reverent. "Theo, you look so hot right now."
Theo blinked, his sleepy brain struggling to process. "What? I just woke up. I haven't even brushed my hair. I'm wearing my sleeping robe. I probably have pillow marks on my face. How can I possibly look hot?"
"You just do." Kota was already crossing the room, his long strides eating up the distance between them. "I don't know how to explain it. It's the bed hair. The yawn. The robe. The way you're all soft and sleepy and rumpled. It's doing something to me. Something intense. Something I need to act on immediately."
He reached Theo and pulled him into a tight embrace, one arm wrapping around his waist, the other hand coming up to gently touch the wild mess of blond waves. Theo's cheeks flushed that pretty shade of pink that Kota loved, and he ducked his head, suddenly shy despite everything they had done together.
"Darling, you're being ridiculous. It's just bed hair. Everyone has bed hair. You have bed hair. Sebastian has bed hair. Elliot's bed hair looks like a ginger explosion."
"Don't care. Yours is the best. Yours is perfect. I want to ruin it." Kota's voice dropped into that low, possessive growl that always made Theo's knees weak. "I want to mess it up even more. I want to see it spread across the pillow. I want to wake up next to it every single morning for the rest of my life."
Theo's blush deepened, spreading down his neck and across his bare chest. "That's—that's very romantic, darling, but also extremely forward for—" He glanced over Kota's shoulder and finally noticed the other people in the room. Elliot and Grayson, still naked, still grinning. Camilo, still in his pink robe, still looking murderous. And on the floor, a very naked, very cum-covered stranger with black hair and too many piercings. "Kota. Who is that person on my floor?"
Kota glanced back at Griss, who was still kneeling on the pile of blankets, his eyes wide and fixed on Theo with an expression of desperate, heartbreaking longing. The stalker's lips moved, forming the words "my darling" without making a sound. Kota's protective instincts flared again, but he didn't have time to deal with Griss right now. He had more important things to focus on.
"Long story," Kota said, and before Theo could ask any follow-up questions, he bent down and scooped Theo into his arms in one smooth motion. Theo let out a surprised squeak, his arms flying up to wrap around Kota's neck, his robe falling open even more. Kota carried him bridal style, Theo's bare legs dangling over his arm, his massive ass pressed against Kota's forearm.
"I'll explain later," Kota said, already carrying Theo toward the door. He glanced back over his shoulder at Griss, his expression shifting into something cold and mocking. It was a look that said "I'm going to do things to him you only dream about." A look that twisted the knife in Griss's already shattered heart. A look that made it absolutely, devastatingly clear who Theo belonged to.
Griss made a small, broken sound and looked away, his shoulders slumping in defeat.
Theo, oblivious to the silent exchange, was giggling as Kota carried him down the hallway. His bed hair bounced with every step, the cowlick swaying like a metronome.
"Darling, what's gotten into you? You're being so affectionate all of a sudden. Not that I'm complaining. I love it when you carry me. It makes me feel small and protected and very, very wanted. But usually there's more buildup. Usually there's at least some foreplay before the bridal carry."
"I don't need buildup," Kota growled, kicking open the door to Theo's bedroom. The massive four-poster bed was still rumpled from the previous night, the burgundy velvet comforter pushed to one side, the pillows scattered. "I don't need foreplay. I just need you. Right now. All day."
He dropped Theo onto the bed with surprising gentleness, the mattress bouncing under his weight. Theo landed on his back, his robe falling open completely, his naked body on full display. His tiny cocklet was already half-hard, stirring against his thigh, and his cheeks were flushed that gorgeous shade of pink. His bed hair was spread across the pillow like a golden halo, even more chaotic now, and his eyes were bright and eager and full of love.
"There's no way you're going to school today," Kota said, already pulling his hoodie over his head and tossing it aside. "We're fucking until sundown. No breaks. No interruptions. I'm going to ruin that perfect bed hair. I'm going to make you scream so loud Camilo files a noise complaint. I'm going to worship every inch of your body until you forget your own name."
Theo giggled, stretching his arms over his head and arching his back in a way that made his massive ass press into the mattress. "I'm waiting, darling. Show me what you've got."