Title: Go With God, But Not Without A Condom
Characters: Roman, Deniz
Rating: M
Summary: Roman: “We spend more on condoms than we do on food!”
DeRo are budgeting. Crack.
Warnings: Unflaggingly perky nipples. Sexual references.
Author's Notes: Just something I typed up on my phone in between patients.
(I don’t have a deskjob so thank fuck for smartphones: I was able to send this to my beta, who sent it back in record time and voila!)
Word count: 148 words (this is the closest I’ll ever get to a drabble).
Disclaimer: RTL owns AWZ, the characters, and the title too. All I own are my (weird) ideas.



Roman was scribbling industriously on a piece of paper, bills and receipts spread out on the dining table, and at last he threw down his pen in disbelief.
“We spend more on condoms than we do on food!” He exclaimed, leering at Deniz.
“I'll starve, but we are not giving up sex,” Deniz said firmly, and pounced on Roman.

*

“They're a necessity of life,” Deniz reasoned much, much later, still gasping for breath as he lay bent over the table. His cum had spilt all over Roman's carefully calculated budget review, and Roman lay languid and spent on top of him, his unflaggingly perky nipples rubbing against his back.

Roman laughed in his ear, low and smoky, and gave his arse a firm squeeze. Peeling the condom from his flaccid cock he tossed it aside and wrapped his arm around Deniz once more, nibbling playfully at his ear.