* sexual content

the balcony doors stayed open during the hot summer night. It would welcome a breeze every so often while you and your lover slept in minimal clothing.

The blanket covers were pushed to the foot of the bed. Yours and Donald's legs intertwined with one another while sleeping on your respective sides. You laid awake on your stomach watching the white floor length curtains flow with the hot breeze like the back of a ball gown. Donald laid facing opposite and sound asleep.

Sweat gleamed off his back and arms as he snored away in dreamland. It was only when you shifted that he went looking for you— with his eyes closed.

He grabbed ahold of your waist and held you close to his sticky and sweaty chest. His face nuzzled into the crook of your neck. His hot breath tickling your sensitive spot. It made you giggle in your sleepy state.

Sleep started to fade on him. He began to be more awake despite it being 2 in the morning. The hot breath hitting your neck soon became pecks and turned to love bites. He knew what he was doing. He knew you like the back of his hand.

You pushed back into him just like he knew you would. He kissed behind your ear before finally opening his eyes.

"Good morning," he whispered huskily into your neck. Your breath quivered.

"Good morning." He held you tighter with you pressed into his groin.

He was supposed to go to the studio in just a few short hours, but these kinds of nights usually resulted in him calling in sick. He would begin them in the middle of the night and use his magic on you for the remainder of the day. Due to his busy work schedule you couldn't have these kinds of nights as much as you'd like to but you made each one count.

He let go of your waist and moved to hover over you. His lips met yours and your arms wrapped around his neck. He dipped in between your legs with his hand before getting himself ready. He slid in with ease. you wrapped your legs around his waist.

he grunted in the crook of your neck. Leaning back on his knees with you hovering above him. He'd thrust up into you while leaving love bites in any empty space on your neck that hasn't already been marked up.

"Oh darling," he groaned.

He held you as tight as he could in that moment as he began to unravel. His thrusts became sloppy and his breath uneven. He spilled into you and laid you back down onto the bed.

He pulled you in for another kiss before wrapping the two of you up with a thin sheet before continuing to make passionate, sweet love to you.