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animatedsmoke) wrote2016-09-23 10:51 pm
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Someone probably should have closed the blinds
Who: Potemkin, Ky
What: Morning after stuff
Where: Uuuuuuuuuuuh...?
When Xrd period
Indirect references to sex probably
It's so remarkable when a bed can hold all of Potemkin, it's just a self-evident footnote that it can fit another person with him easily. That fact got put to use plenty the previous evening, which spilled over a good night's sleep and extended into daybreak. Through a window, the sun rises above the horizon of a blanket mountain, a single enormous lump which takes up almost all of the attention of the eye. That it manages to be completely covered thanks to (what took several) sheets makes it even more difficult to pick anything out, but, somewhere under there, there is certain proof that the other person who was here last night hasn't moved since.
What: Morning after stuff
Where: Uuuuuuuuuuuh...?
When Xrd period
Indirect references to sex probably
It's so remarkable when a bed can hold all of Potemkin, it's just a self-evident footnote that it can fit another person with him easily. That fact got put to use plenty the previous evening, which spilled over a good night's sleep and extended into daybreak. Through a window, the sun rises above the horizon of a blanket mountain, a single enormous lump which takes up almost all of the attention of the eye. That it manages to be completely covered thanks to (what took several) sheets makes it even more difficult to pick anything out, but, somewhere under there, there is certain proof that the other person who was here last night hasn't moved since.
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Nor did the thought of waking early. The sun might be awake now, but Ky stubbornly stays asleep for more precious moments of peace. In fact, he turns his head to nearly bury his face against Potemkin's body, seeking shelter from dreaded wakefulness.
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Eventually, the instincts of the body start to win over his subconscious desires, and he's woken up enough to sigh when something softly presses against him. Normally Potemkin would not be so sensitive to a relatively light touch, but he's not used to having anyone around in bed either.
"Mhhn."
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Even at rest, Potemkin's expression is peaceful and calm. Considering his strength and imposing stature, it's amazing how devoted and kind this giant man could be. Even with Ky's half-awake mind, the memory of those large, gentle hands against his skin was a reminder of Potemkin's nature. He is a dutiful solider. An earnest man who strives to become better for his people. A trustworthy partner.
For a king who must remain aware of possible attempts to manipulate or mislead him, Ky appreciates someone he can trust like this. He breaks his gaze to lean his forehead on Potemkin's chest, sighing softly.
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For all of his half-awake grumpiness, he doesn't make much of an effort to shake Ky's head off his chest. In fact, he seems to keep him secure to him by curling his body inward. It doesn't take a lot; just by bending his neck forward he hits the top of Ky's head with the bottom of his neck, and his legs move very incrementally from below, making a notch for the man who is almost half his height.
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The image he makes isn't unlike a small, gold bird curling up to rest in his perch. Ky remains this way for a moment longer, firmly deciding against waking completely for now.
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He might have complained earlier, but this is much nicer than just having a blanket around. Being the one leaning into Ky this time, Potemkin, with his satisfaction from earlier just barely making it onto his face as a smile, tucks his head downward so that his face gets closer to the body in front of him, into the top of Ky's hair.
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Here, they could be soft and tender with each other. It's a wonderful moment of peace.
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Then it comes back to him. Who is beside him. How close they had been last night.
Now fully awake, there is only one logical series of decisions. Potemkin promptly shuts his eyes again, brings up his arms to wrap in front of Ky (by far the most sudden movement of this morning), and leans even harder into Ky's hair.
"Good morning."
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"Good morning," he greets softly. Even after waking, his voice is already clear and without the usual signs of sleep.
He gently leans back, pushing against Potemkin's body in slightly playful acknowledgement. What a wonderful morning it is, too.
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Potemkin slides his face so that a different portion is facing Ky, and kisses the crown of his head. It's a pinpoint touch, on a spot that's not sensitive on its own, being covered with his blond hair, but is rarely reached if ever. It's a gesture of affection that's rather uniquely Potemkin.
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He tilts his head upward to give Potemkin a soft kiss on the underside of his jaw. It's neither unique nor characteristic to Ky, but it expresses his fondness for the man all the same.
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He doesn't have to unbar his arms from Ky any earlier than until he asks.
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Ky was never one who liked to sit still for too long. That was something that carried over in both his work and his private life.
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Potemkin squirms from the second kiss, which makes the seat Ky is on a suddenly unstable one.
"If you want to keep doing this, let me move," Potemkin asks before attempting to make thoughtful rearrangement out of his squirming, already feeling he's had enough of teasing and impatient for the real thing.
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"As you wish," he answers, moving about. There isn't much room to go anywhere while staying on the same bed, unfortunately, so Potemkin will have to settle for some awkward limb bumping for now.
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When he looks up from visually managing his shuffling, almost frustrated to the point of considering defeat (and an apology), Potemkin is finally able to see what was there all along: Ky, whose smile and happiness are so brilliant to him his own morning light might as well be coming from in front of him instead of the rising sun. Potemkin moves his hand to a carefully-chosen spot where it is firm on Ky's back, positioning for lift as he bends his neck down to meet halfway in a kiss.
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He tilts his head up to catch Potemkin's lips against his own, eager to kiss the man properly. Ky had no complaints about their earlier position, but Potemkin definitely has the right idea — this is much better.
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Potemkin runs his lips along Ky, slightly opening his mouth to take in more, occasionally giving the amount of force that Potemkin can trust Ky to be able to take and return. Potemkin is reminded of what they had been doing right before falling asleep, and Potemkin's face gets a little warm at the thought. He wants to believe there is more variety to what he wants to do with Ky than that, but it's hard to turn down when it's all so good.
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Ky takes Potemkin's bottom lip between his own, sucking gently before releasing it. It doesn't seem limited to just feeling the moment, either. Going by his actions, Ky seems determined to taste it as well. He pauses, taking a second to gaze warmly at his partner to gauge his reaction.
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He holds back, for now, out of patience for what Ky is thinking. The edge of Potemkin's mouth turns in a self-amused smile, amazed that he still can make him shy even after intimacy. "Hmmm."
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"Are you contemplating something?"
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"Nothing. You just always surprise me."