[ Konstantin wakes and the first sensation he feels is not guilt or panic, but a low and curling heat in the pit of his stomach as he is kissed slowly into wakefulness. Dominic's lips are warm, lulling, and he presses closer when the kiss continues, shifting his body upwards to meet him in a full-on embrace, fingers trailing where his teeth have mapped out the parts of his body, where the soft trills of sound from his throat had made muscles twitch a little, sing, stretch pleasantly.
A soft murmur of "Hey" is followed up by "Hey yourself" and the sound of sheets pulling and twisting as they take turns, a slow pulling one another on and off each other, slipping hands up shirtless torsos. Konstantin counts Dom's ribs with the joint of his thumb, all the way down and then back up again until they both agree that they're hungry enough that they can pull back and leave off to go brush their teeth and reconvene in the kitchen to create some kind of sustenance for breakfast.
Now.
Dominic is more of a smooth operator than he thinks, but then again, Konstantin is... relatively easy to please after a life avoidant of mornings like these, fearful that they may not last or even be remotely real. But here they are, in the kitchen with Konstantin pulling things from shelves gingerly and fixing up something for them to eat--unfortunately Kon could literally eat a horse in contrast to most, but he reins it in, fixing up a breakfast of yoghurt and a little bit of honey, some fruit from the mainland: nectarines and pears, oranges he peels off section by section and lays out because he's that kind of a sucker for presentation. Dom is fluttering about here or there, somewhat useless at the task, but that hardly bothers Konstantin very much.
There are a myriad of other things that he prepares--simple things like eggs for Dom and a few thick slices of toasted sesame bread and some strong coffee.
That'll do.
Breakfast gets eaten in bed, which Kon initially thinks is a bad idea but actually is rethinking that notion as a warm arm is wrapping around him, a palm all but tickling his ribs as he lets out a low hum at the kiss that catches a bit of the mess made at the corner of his mouth. He's running a finger along the edge of one of the small bowls of yoghurt now, brow playfully furrowed. Milk is probably one of the only byproducts of an animal he can manage without his teeth fully showing up to the party, so he indulges in it, sweet with honey and whatever remains of the peach he's dropped in their as well. ]
Ribbon dancing, [ he murmurs thoughtfully almost before letting out a chuckle. ] No, no, I think I'm good at that too.
[ Whatever that is. ] I'm great at math... I...
Hm.
{ Oh. ]
Driving. You might have me beat at driving, though I bet I can sail far better than you can.
[ He punctuates the sentiment with with a kiss returned, this one meant to be chaste initially, but tapering off with a soft swipe of tongue to the seam of Dom's mouth like he can't resist the warm feel of his mouth. ]
PLS OMG THIS
A soft murmur of "Hey" is followed up by "Hey yourself" and the sound of sheets pulling and twisting as they take turns, a slow pulling one another on and off each other, slipping hands up shirtless torsos. Konstantin counts Dom's ribs with the joint of his thumb, all the way down and then back up again until they both agree that they're hungry enough that they can pull back and leave off to go brush their teeth and reconvene in the kitchen to create some kind of sustenance for breakfast.
Now.
Dominic is more of a smooth operator than he thinks, but then again, Konstantin is... relatively easy to please after a life avoidant of mornings like these, fearful that they may not last or even be remotely real. But here they are, in the kitchen with Konstantin pulling things from shelves gingerly and fixing up something for them to eat--unfortunately Kon could literally eat a horse in contrast to most, but he reins it in, fixing up a breakfast of yoghurt and a little bit of honey, some fruit from the mainland: nectarines and pears, oranges he peels off section by section and lays out because he's that kind of a sucker for presentation. Dom is fluttering about here or there, somewhat useless at the task, but that hardly bothers Konstantin very much.
There are a myriad of other things that he prepares--simple things like eggs for Dom and a few thick slices of toasted sesame bread and some strong coffee.
That'll do.
Breakfast gets eaten in bed, which Kon initially thinks is a bad idea but actually is rethinking that notion as a warm arm is wrapping around him, a palm all but tickling his ribs as he lets out a low hum at the kiss that catches a bit of the mess made at the corner of his mouth. He's running a finger along the edge of one of the small bowls of yoghurt now, brow playfully furrowed. Milk is probably one of the only byproducts of an animal he can manage without his teeth fully showing up to the party, so he indulges in it, sweet with honey and whatever remains of the peach he's dropped in their as well. ]
Ribbon dancing, [ he murmurs thoughtfully almost before letting out a chuckle. ] No, no, I think I'm good at that too.
[ Whatever that is. ] I'm great at math... I...
Hm.
{ Oh. ]
Driving. You might have me beat at driving, though I bet I can sail far better than you can.
[ He punctuates the sentiment with with a kiss returned, this one meant to be chaste initially, but tapering off with a soft swipe of tongue to the seam of Dom's mouth like he can't resist the warm feel of his mouth. ]