#'my ignacio salamanca. feared on both sides of the border' and laughing about it

[caleblandrybones]

The morning after his wedding, Nacho is woken up by a kiss. Then two. Then three.

"Ignacio Salamanca", a voice purrs, "buenos días a ti". Though Nacho keeps his eyes shut, he can't help the smile that forms on his lips; lying next to him, Lalo sounds entirely too giddy.

"So is that it?", the man mutters softly, "now that we're hitched you're never going to let me sleep in again?" A sudden weight materializes on top of him and his eyes fly open. Straddling his husband's hips, Lalo lowers himself so their chests are pressed together.

"No amor", he breathes against Nacho's jaw, "us Salamancas don't sleep."