Leto sprawls in the center of the bed. He turns his head, his beard scraping over a forehead, and that makes his partner stretch all along his body.
"I do have duties today, my sword-master."
Duncan opens his eyes, and there's a moment of calculating the time until those duties, time to get clean and dressed, then he sighs.
"I suppose, my Duke, I will have to be content with the night behind us."
Leto catches him by the back of his head, and drags him in for a searing kiss.
"There will be other days to enjoy, I promise."