In the morning, the rain falls outside the Moon household and casts the world in a greyish hue. It taps against the triangle window in the corner of the bedroom, and the rumble of thunder wakes Soren up from a warm sleep.

Rocky's still bundled up when Soren reaches over his head to check the alarm clock on his nightstand. It was still early enough that the rest of the house was still asleep, but he knew it wouldn't last very long once six rolled around and the Moon boys had to retreat into the woods as part of their punishment.

"Mmm..." Rocky sighs when Soren flops back down beside him, "It's five in the morning, Soren. Why are you awake at such an ungodly hour? It's unnatural."

"Mom wants us out of the house by six," Soren explains, playing with Rocky's hair which was still damp and wavy from his shower last night, "Which means we have an hour to relax before we literally have to fend for ourselves for the next week."

"Sweetie, if I'm going to be an owl for a week, I'm not spending my last hour with you relaxing," Rocky mumbles, and he drops a soft kiss on Soren's shoulder, then another on his collarbone when he hooks one leg over Soren's hips and straddles him, tossing his hair over one shoulder.

"What's up with you fucking me in the morning anyway?" Soren grins languidly, his arms crossed behind his head, "I'm starting to think this is a kink, babe."

"I can't help it!" Rocky pouts, his hands pressing into Soren's chest, "You're just so goddamn irresistible when you first wake up. That sleepy voice, the bedhead! You even smell good!" 

"So, c'mere then," Soren bites his lip and it's enough to drive Rocky up the wall.

He tosses back the sheets, and Rocky reaches down and pulls off his boxers since Soren was already naked, having gone to bed with only a towel last night. They had an hour to spare, so they move unhurriedly and grab a few supplies from the nightstand before Rocky lays down so Soren could prep him before they got started.

"I like this part," Rocky whispers to him with a smile, his voice soft.

"Yeah?" Soren replies, and he puts some jelly on his fingers and kisses Rocky's knee when the other man props a foot on his shoulder, "What about the rest?"

"I love your hands," Rocky explains, "I like how your fingers feel inside me and how gentle you are. I love your voice when you talk to me and tell me what you're going to do next. You ruin me. You absolutely ruin me, you fucking sexy, Pablo Neruda fucking bastard."

Soren smiles back at him in response and Rocky shivers a little in pleasure, as if the sight of his smile could drive him to orgasm, which it very well could have. He applies a little more jelly and Rocky lifts slightly when Soren's fingers reach down to graze his supple, freckled ass and his eager opening. "It's tight," Soren whispers to him, "Relax, babe."

"It's an ass, Renny, it's supposed to be tight," Rocky retorts, ever the mouthy one of the relationship. 

"Oh, hush," Soren shushes him and they both laugh softly before Soren gently eases his fingers into Rocky, who groans in pleasure, one hand coming up to hold onto Soren's thigh. Rocky was a delight to see at this point, his lean body taut as Soren works his fingers back and forth a little, his freckled chest falling and rising rapidly as he pants quietly beneath him. The best part though had to be his eyes, golden egg yolks focused on Soren, wide and frenzied. 

"Is this okay?" Soren asks him after a moment of working his fingers back and forth, spreading around the warming jelly so Rocky didn't hurt when they finally banged. 

"If you go any deeper, you'll hit my prostate, and I'm gonna scream like Mariah Carey and wake up the whole house," Rocky whimpers, his lip jutting out. "Can we shag now?"

"Hell yeah," Soren replies, and he backs off and lets Rocky climb onto his lap. He was already standing at attention, so he holds his manhood while Rocky climbs on and gets into position over him.

It ends up being one of the tamer positions than the ones they'd used in the past, as Rocky eases Soren's cock inside of him with a deep moan and rides him while the rain pours down outside. "Oh, fucking hell...daddy..." Rocky whimpers and bounces slowly on top of him, his knees tucked up at Soren's sides, allowing him to fall forwards so that they can kiss and cuddle while they fuck.

It's good for Soren too, of course. Rocky's tunnel was sleek and hot, and the jelly warms his dick, making it feel like it was on fire in an entirely divine way. He reaches up and brushes Rocky's long hair back as the other man grinds against him, working towards a quickly approaching climax. 

He could feel every inch of Rocky against him—his muscles, his soft skin. He focuses on his breathing, listening for the sharp gasps that puncture the silence when Soren thrusts inside him in a certain way. Their ribs fit together, bodies moving in perfect rythm. 

"Jesus fucking Christ, Rocky!" Soren gasps, his breathing ragged now.

"I know! I feel you!" Rocky gasps, and he sits back up, leaning back so that Soren's dick slips out, "Cum all over me like a Jackson Pollock, please!" 

Soren doesn't know whether to laugh or yell in pleasure when Rocky jerks him off the rest of the way. The next thing he knows, he's moaning sharply and shooting his load all over Rocky's front, splattering him with a surprising amount of cum. 

Then, happiness. 

Soren sags into the mattress and gasps for air when Rocky reaches down to hold onto his hands, their fingers intertwining. Normally, they would go for several more rounds between bouts of rest, owls were lively creatures, but their hour was almost up.

Rocky stares down at him as he composes himself, eyes half-lidded, his head tilted to one side.

"What?" Soren mumbles, and he hides his face in his arm.

"Mine," Rocky whispers, and he reaches down to run his finger from Soren's temple, down to his pouty lips where he stops to cup his face with one hand.

"Yours," Soren replies softly, and something connects between them quite abruptly then. There's a rush of electricity that runs through Soren, and Rocky feels it too when he gasps sharply, his hand flying to his chest. But Soren had never bonded with anyone, so he didn't know what it was as a rush of memories and images fill him.

Rocky.

Everywhere inside his head, entangled with his soul.