[PRP] Snuggly Morning Lie-in [G'ar/K'tos]

[ShinosBee]

Mornings where they could lie in were rare, and not just because the both of them were work-minded busybody types. Days of fondness and nights of passion were still new and novel to G'ar, and left him shamefully flighty, often retreating to the solace of his own weyr (he certainly hadn't moved in with K'tos, nor offered for the Weyrsecond to move in with him in his tiny alcove). It'd taken him nearly six months to even realize that the other man was attempting to woo him, and not just extending a sort of slight friendship following their encounter with a specific weyrless greenrider, and then nearly another six months to come to terms with his own interest, to convince himself that he was allowed to have that sort of thing, and to slip into the role of happy lovers.

It'd been lovely since then, though. Very often their 'dates' were simply sharing space, doing paperwork and looking over reports, and that was just fine with the both of them. They were industrious sorts, and it was part of what they'd come to love about each other. Of course, they had their more typically romantic moments too; shared meals and quiet moments. Once G'ar was used to the idea, and settled with the knowledge that he was very fond of K'tos, and that K'tos was equally very fond of him, he'd come to be quite devoted. He'd never been anything but a proper sort, and if a relationship was going to be had, well, he would do his part to make it a good one.

They'd had a lovely dinner together the night before and then spent part of the early night sitting out upon K'tos' ledge and watching the moon and stars rise and trail along behind the wisps of clouds overhead. The later night they'd spent... well, together, and now, to wake up still contentedly wrapped up together, their dragons coiled and breathing the deep blustery breath of slumber across the room? The only way it could have been better was if it could have lasted a bit longer—in a rare moment, G'ar had realized he'd been quite ready to forgo work for a bit longer.

And then Killakeeth had risen, and his wish had been granted. The bugling and roaring of the dragons had faded, but he could still hear his heart pounding in his chest, as well as K'tos', under his ear where he was still half-sprawled against and atop the other man. It was near to noon now, in their second 'morning'... and he still felt quite happy to lay about a while longer.

Uta

 

[Uta]

K’tos held onto G’ar, well after their morning passions had faded, fearing that first sign of movement. While he knew there was work to be done, maps to read, forecasts to make, notes to read, letters to write, and drills to run, he was in no rush to hurry to work. G’ar was still settled against him, and the dark haired man was quietly soaking in every moment and breath they shared. If he stroked the blue rider’s back fondly from time to time, it couldn’t be helped; if his fingers traced invisible patterns along his skin, the touch held nothing but love and fondness with every motion.

K’tos had long since accepted his feelings for G’ar; the blue rider was industrious, a hard worker, but also a bit coy and skittish. He had learned early on not to press or pursue too hard, but instead, had played the long game; even though there were nights he’d wanted G’ar to stay, or mornings for the man to linger, he had allowed him his space. Their dance might not have been as quickly paced as others in the Weyr, but if G’ar had kept him chasing forever… That would have been enough. He was a fool in love, but happily so; whatever pace their relationship might take, K’tos was content to let G’ar set the pace, and he’d be there with open arms when the man wished to be near.

Leaning down, he planted a kiss upon the top of G’ar’s head, shifting a bit so he might better and more easily hold the blue rider within his arms. A small part of him knew the work that was needed… but a late start wouldn’t be the end of the world. With Killakeeth rising as she had, all within the Weyr were likely to get a slower start.

“Comfortable?” He asked, reaching up to run a few fingers through the bluerider’s hair, gently pushing aside a few stray locks that had gone rogue in their placement. “I didn’t expect Killakeeth to be an early riser--but I’m rather glad of her timing.” He confessed, not at all shy about the fact of the matter. He was wrapped about G’ar’s finger, and the Weyrsecond just didn’t care. He’d never had such feelings for someone, despite having had been in an odd romance or two during his lifetime; but now that G’ar was in his life? He couldn’t imagine it without him.

Oh, certainly their dragons would always come first--but a dragon wasn’t a man, and there were some missing pieces of the heart that a dragon just couldn’t fill.

”ShinosBee”