Someone probably should have closed the blinds

[animatedsmoke]

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.

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[gearsexual]

Nestled in that blanket mountain, resting comfortably against what might as well be a warm, well-chiseled boulder, is a leaner and paler body. Eyes closed contently, long hair peeking out of the sheets as spread about like silk, Ky remains asleep and relaxed in bed with his dear partner. After all the 'collaborating' they did last night, the thought of leaving before the other woke up never crossed his mind.

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.

[dreadnaughtfist]

Potemkin normally wakes up impeccably early, down to the hundred hours, but he's starting to run late this morning. Perhaps the actions of last night left him winded. Or maybe it's just that he's so damn comfy, every part of his asleep mind that can feel is pleading not to leave.

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."

[gearsexual]

The low rumble of Potemkin's voice stirs Ky despite his efforts. He responds with a soft, content hum of his own as he slowly opens his eyes to the world. Or, more accurately, the giant wall of Potemkin in front of him. Ky glances up to watch the man for a moment, taking care not to disturb him any more than he already has.

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.

[dreadnaughtfist]

Now that soft, warm thing that was bumping into him earlier is batting him and making noises. Potemkin shifts, making a series of grumbles as he squirms in bed. If he didn't want to be bothered by every little sensation, he probably should have thought of that before both of them ended up going to sleep naked.

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.

[gearsexual]

Ah, perfect. The best kind of throne a king can have. One that is warm, sturdy, and very clearly Potemkin. Ky indulges in his position, moving slightly to tuck himself perfectly in the larger man's lap. Warm, comfortable, safe, with the sun shining radiantly through the window of the room.

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.

[dreadnaughtfist]

Whether due to something or the other he did, the thing has stopped moving around, and Potemkin, quite satisfied, goes back to lying still. But not completely still; every relaxed breath causes a rise and depression from where his chest touches Ky's back. More subtly, from his chest echos the other natural rhythm of his heartbeat.

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.

[gearsexual]

Ky smiles to himself, indulging in the half-nuzzle Potemkin gives him. This all-encompassing comfort surrounding him, supporting him, and allowing him the moment to be selfish. He wants this to last as long as it possibly can, before they both must pry themselves away and attend to their duties, where they must be sturdy and strong in the face of their allies.

Here, they could be soft and tender with each other. It's a wonderful moment of peace.

[dreadnaughtfist]

Ultimately Potemkin causes his own undoing; the pressure from the rest of Ky's body and his head are too different (but not in an unpleasant way. Up here the cushioning is lighter and more feathery), and gradually the processes of the mind boot up over this issue. Potemkin's eyes open while he slowly gets to solving the first mystery of the day of how did he end up like this.

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."

[gearsexual]

His hands shift to slowly rest on Potemkin's arms around him.

"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.

[dreadnaughtfist]

Even with his eyes closed, Potemkin feels he can still get the whole picture. He can feel Ky against his chest, and he can still hear that voice, as characteristic of the man's strength as everything else about him.

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.

[gearsexual]

Only a man as tall as Potemkin would make such a gesture. Ky isn't used to it, can't quite notice the kiss on the top of his head, but the warm moment between them still isn't lost on him. He doesn't need any further words to feel the atmosphere right now.

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.

[dreadnaughtfist]

Like the opposite of a blink of shock, Potemkin opens his eyes when he feels a kiss where he can't see. The juncture of his neck is the closest there is to a vulnerable spot on this man who is built like a tank. That he can expose it utterly with only a brief murmur in reaction is a show of how comfortable he is around Ky.

He doesn't have to unbar his arms from Ky any earlier than until he asks.

[gearsexual]

And Ky will not ask, completely satisfied with his bound position. With such a favorable response from Potemkin, he places another kiss near the same location along the man's jaw. Now that he doesn't have to worry about abruptly waking anyone, he's becoming a little more active.

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.

[dreadnaughtfist]

Ky will not let Potemkin stay still either, apparently. As long as they're touching, it's a challenge to keep oneself in place and not move along with Ky, and Potemkin is feeling weak in this instance.

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.

[gearsexual]

Says the man who locked Ky into place first. Ky smiles in amusement as he shifts to comply, scooting out of Potemkin's lap to give him some space.

"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.

[dreadnaughtfist]

It was Potemkin's arms that blocked movement from the front, and now it's his legs that are the obstacles along the bed, acting out in a series of bumps from his knees and shins. Somehow this ends up outdoing the awkwardness of when both of them were unconscious.

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.

[gearsexual]

Ky doesn't startle when he's supported and lifted upwards. He trusts Potemkin completely, knows and absolutely admires the way this giant man can be so gentle. Power is one thing, but the ability to control oneself requires far more finesse than mere brute strength. Potemkin is the finest example of such mindfulness, and Ky has yet to tire of it. Who knows if he ever will.

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.

[dreadnaughtfist]

Potemkin enjoyed hugging Ky against the nook of his body, but there's some quality irreplaceable in having Ky's lips straight under his own, Ky's skin behind his hand which continues to press on him through a combination of a minuscule application of his strength and a little bit of gravity.

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.

[gearsexual]

A small, pleased hum rumbles in Ky's throat as he melts against Potemkin. It's all so good, and so comfortable, and so relaxing. There's no posturing or politics here. Just trust and love. There's nothing better than this, to be held and to hold in return. To feel a moment of peace so deeply that it warms his very soul.

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.

[dreadnaughtfist]

Potemkin's eyes were closed, but he blinks when he feels his lip catch in Ky's mouth. His eyes open to look straight back at the face of his partner, which feels odd when they're so close. Potemkin's vision is filled with Ky's expression, appraising him lovingly, which hits him so poignantly he almost has to kiss him right again.

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."

[gearsexual]

Ky chuckles, leaning against Potemkin lazily. (As lazily as Ky will be, at least.)

"Are you contemplating something?"

[dreadnaughtfist]

Potemkin will compliment that lean by adjusting his own body, moving back against the headboard so that Ky can lean into him further. He'll never be so careless as to completely surrender Ky to gravity and have Ky fall on top of him, his hands keeping their hold on him, but it's nice to feel Ky's light body drape over his more naturally.

"Nothing. You just always surprise me."