[ they wake to sunlight streaming through light curtains, and his mother's wind chimes making soft, metallic tings in the breeze, just outside his bedroom window. morning in greece is a blessing, something otherworldly in it's peace and serenity, but then there's the boy curled up in his arms. he's seen konstantin's hair wet more than he has dry, as it had been the night before, when he'd pulled them in from the beach, and laid him down over his sheets, limbs spread over the mattress and color flushing over his chest and neck. they'd stripped down (not difficult, with only swim shorts on), and laid together, touching carefully, exploring curiously, turning one another over and tracing freckles and scars. kissed like the night would go on forever, and the moon was just waiting for them to settle and fall asleep.
the taste of him is still on dom's lips as he runs fingertips through kon's sleep fluffed hair in the morning light, color stark against the bleached cotton of the pillows. they'd been a tangle of limbs last night, wanting to try everything at once and touch everywhere, but also take their time and linger and soak it up. at times they'd been all passion and fire, surging together, hands gripping in hair and nails scraping over shoulder blades with desperate whispered demands of more and harder, and at others, they'd been slow and greedy, tasting the sea on their skin and becoming familiar with the scent of kon's bodywash or dominic's conditioner. in the morning, dom still aches inside, missing konstantin inside him, filling up and pressing in deep as he could go, and remembers him curling his arms around him to hold tight, like they could meld together like that. a shiver runs up his spine in excitement, recalling the feel of kon's teeth gentle against his shoulder and neck, and how he'd tilted his head aside to offer himself up.
dom kisses him, because watching people sleep is creepy, and because his lips look so inviting, lightly parted in sleep, eyelashes thick and heavy against his cheeks, and when they open, an enchanting swirl of brown and green mixing together into a stunning hazel, all dom breathes out is a dorky 'hey'. for all his smooth talking and flirting, that's all he's got, and it'd be another thirty minutes at least, of holding each other, kissing despite the morning breath, and moving tangled legs together, feet rubbing at ankles, before they get up for breakfast.
not a thing dominic is very talented at, as is soon revealed. thankfully, kon has it covered, and with his mom out at work, they manage breakfast and coffee in shared bedsheets and a ratty bathrobe that smells like Cancun beach. ]
What are you not good at, Ariel? [ he asks him, mouth half stuffed with toast, as he leans in lick a bit of tzatziki off the corner of kon's lips, where they lay in bed later, resolved to get the full enjoyment out of morning after laziness. the bed's wide enough that the tray can be pushed to the side, and dominic can curl around him, arm loose over kon's middle, thumb tracing back and forth over the faint rise of a rib. ] Math? Driving? Ribbon dancing? Bet I could beat you at ribbon dancing.
went with the first BUT WE SHOULD DO THE ALT SOMETIME TOO
the taste of him is still on dom's lips as he runs fingertips through kon's sleep fluffed hair in the morning light, color stark against the bleached cotton of the pillows. they'd been a tangle of limbs last night, wanting to try everything at once and touch everywhere, but also take their time and linger and soak it up. at times they'd been all passion and fire, surging together, hands gripping in hair and nails scraping over shoulder blades with desperate whispered demands of more and harder, and at others, they'd been slow and greedy, tasting the sea on their skin and becoming familiar with the scent of kon's bodywash or dominic's conditioner. in the morning, dom still aches inside, missing konstantin inside him, filling up and pressing in deep as he could go, and remembers him curling his arms around him to hold tight, like they could meld together like that. a shiver runs up his spine in excitement, recalling the feel of kon's teeth gentle against his shoulder and neck, and how he'd tilted his head aside to offer himself up.
dom kisses him, because watching people sleep is creepy, and because his lips look so inviting, lightly parted in sleep, eyelashes thick and heavy against his cheeks, and when they open, an enchanting swirl of brown and green mixing together into a stunning hazel, all dom breathes out is a dorky 'hey'. for all his smooth talking and flirting, that's all he's got, and it'd be another thirty minutes at least, of holding each other, kissing despite the morning breath, and moving tangled legs together, feet rubbing at ankles, before they get up for breakfast.
not a thing dominic is very talented at, as is soon revealed. thankfully, kon has it covered, and with his mom out at work, they manage breakfast and coffee in shared bedsheets and a ratty bathrobe that smells like Cancun beach. ]
What are you not good at, Ariel? [ he asks him, mouth half stuffed with toast, as he leans in lick a bit of tzatziki off the corner of kon's lips, where they lay in bed later, resolved to get the full enjoyment out of morning after laziness. the bed's wide enough that the tray can be pushed to the side, and dominic can curl around him, arm loose over kon's middle, thumb tracing back and forth over the faint rise of a rib. ] Math? Driving? Ribbon dancing? Bet I could beat you at ribbon dancing.