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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[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."