[ watch konstantin cook had been absurdly charming. the way he'd peeled things and set them out just so, making a cute little presentation, and went on to make something for Dominic specifically. he'd sat on the kitchen counter, with bedsheets wrapped at his hips and a cup of coffee in his hands, smiling fondly down at the lovely dream of a boy who'd somehow ended up in his bedroom this morning. imagine that.
curled up in bed with him again, the tip of his nose brushes against the curve of kon's shoulder, and dom can still smell sea water on him. it's soothing and refreshing, and he trails a hand over his skin idly, fingertips brushing along the rise of collar bones, and the curve of his throat. ]
Really? A ribbon dancing talent too? Let me know next time you have a recital.
[ doubting kon is actually into ribbon dancing, not that dominic is either, but the thought is a cute one. he wonders, absently, if he'd ever tried dance. after all, konstantin has the kind of long, elegant body to look like moving art. breathtaking enough, just in the ocean, but dom is a bit biased on that front. not to mention, the fact he's seen his body completely bare, now, pressed against him, into him, moving with him. biased is an understatement.
there's still peach and mango on kon's lips as theirs meet, and dominic smiles into it, parting his lips to lick at the juices clinging to his skin, to his tongue, soft and slow in how the kiss deepens. arms tightening, he pulls himself up as close to kon's back as he can, loving the warmth the seeps from their skin, heating up the sheets beneath them and the blankets tugged over them. feet play at kon's ankles, legs tangling up and curling, pulling him closer. it's all languid and easy and sweet, and he adores it beyond words. ]
Sail? [ he asks, after they part for a moment, mind coming back to the topic at hand. ] Oh, I might need you to prove it.
[ look being a mermaid means you're good at swimming, you can't get sailing out of that deal too, can you? maybe? who knows. in reality, dominic knows nothing about this, except that konstantin is like no one he's known before, and not because of the magic, or because of the mermaid thing. there's something genuine and beautiful in his smile, his laugh, the quiet of him and the little frowns here and there. something of his soul dominic just wants to see so much more of. ]
We could take trip around the islands. Race there, spend some time diving, make our way back. If you're not busy.
[ if you want to go. if want to spend more time together. if this wasn't just a weekend thing. as much as dominic wants it to be more, he won't ask kon to give more than he's willing. ]
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curled up in bed with him again, the tip of his nose brushes against the curve of kon's shoulder, and dom can still smell sea water on him. it's soothing and refreshing, and he trails a hand over his skin idly, fingertips brushing along the rise of collar bones, and the curve of his throat. ]
Really? A ribbon dancing talent too? Let me know next time you have a recital.
[ doubting kon is actually into ribbon dancing, not that dominic is either, but the thought is a cute one. he wonders, absently, if he'd ever tried dance. after all, konstantin has the kind of long, elegant body to look like moving art. breathtaking enough, just in the ocean, but dom is a bit biased on that front. not to mention, the fact he's seen his body completely bare, now, pressed against him, into him, moving with him. biased is an understatement.
there's still peach and mango on kon's lips as theirs meet, and dominic smiles into it, parting his lips to lick at the juices clinging to his skin, to his tongue, soft and slow in how the kiss deepens. arms tightening, he pulls himself up as close to kon's back as he can, loving the warmth the seeps from their skin, heating up the sheets beneath them and the blankets tugged over them. feet play at kon's ankles, legs tangling up and curling, pulling him closer. it's all languid and easy and sweet, and he adores it beyond words. ]
Sail? [ he asks, after they part for a moment, mind coming back to the topic at hand. ] Oh, I might need you to prove it.
[ look being a mermaid means you're good at swimming, you can't get sailing out of that deal too, can you? maybe? who knows. in reality, dominic knows nothing about this, except that konstantin is like no one he's known before, and not because of the magic, or because of the mermaid thing. there's something genuine and beautiful in his smile, his laugh, the quiet of him and the little frowns here and there. something of his soul dominic just wants to see so much more of. ]
We could take trip around the islands. Race there, spend some time diving, make our way back. If you're not busy.
[ if you want to go. if want to spend more time together. if this wasn't just a weekend thing. as much as dominic wants it to be more, he won't ask kon to give more than he's willing. ]