[ 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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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. ]
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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. ]