IDEAS | mediterranean breakfast in bed the morning after complete with coffee and many, many kisses. lounging around in bed holding hands. waking up too early to do anything but talk quietly in bed. alternatively, the morning before dom has to leave with his mom for one of her various adventures around the world while konstantin goes back to grad school. take yo pick.
Edited 2016-03-23 04:00 (UTC)
went with the first BUT WE SHOULD DO THE ALT SOMETIME TOO
[ 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.
[ 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. ]
[ 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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IDEAS | mediterranean breakfast in bed the morning after complete with coffee and many, many kisses. lounging around in bed holding hands. waking up too early to do anything but talk quietly in bed. alternatively, the morning before dom has to leave with his mom for one of her various adventures around the world while konstantin goes back to grad school. take yo pick.
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.
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. ]
8333
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. ]