Another Bite
Artem x Vyn, Dom!Vyn, warm, semi-smut fanfic
Artem doesnโt think the warm sun rays on his feet are what wake him up in a cold late January morning. And itโs not how late heโs waking up on a weekend. Itโs not the body pressed to him either; but the hands of itโs owner gently making circles on his back.
Artem takes a deep breath, and sighs quietly; causing the man whose chest Artem lies his head on to vibrate as Vyn spoke. โGood morning Arty.โ Artem stiffs temporarily, and scrunches his nose as he softly groans. Vyn chuckles at the otherโs embarrassment; as he had met Artemโs parents not long ago. His mother at this age calling him Arty still.
โ.. morningโฆ what time is it?โ Artemโs voice isnโt as raspy as usual, instead itโs smooth. โItโs already half past 9โ Vyn answers, cradling Artemโs head closer to his chest and kisses the top of it continuously and slowly, causing Artem to relax more; not wanting to get up. โItโs already that late?โ Artem sighs annoyed.
Vyn pauses, for a few seconds, then takes a small breath โIt is okay to sleep in on your days off Artem. You already wake up very early, and overwork into the night on your work days.โ Artem moves his head so his face is not seen, probably flustered because of how serious Vynโs voice became. โIf your body wants to sleep in, sleep in.โ He pats Artemโs head, scratching it and playing with his hair โ..Understood?โ โYeahโ Artem sure isnโt one to say any โslangโ words, heโd rather his responses are clear. But when heโs embarrassed and wants it to end already, expect him to try to lessen it by speaking in such a way.
Vyn, however wonโt let it pass from the moment Artem wakes up. He gets a hold of Artemโs chin with the hand that was once playing with his hair, to -unexpectedly to anyone that isnโt Artem- strongly lift his face to lock eyes. โUnderstood?โ He repeats, and Artem flutters his eyelashes a little, unable to look away. โYes. Understood.โ He says with a pout, Vyn smiles softly โWhat an attitude.โ โI donโt have such a thing.โ โDonโt worry, I think itโs adorable on you.โ And Vyn was right. Artem was a nerdy perfect student, a good quiet son to his parents, and a strict yet forgiving boss of his department. To see him finally act human, Vyn finds it adorable.
I donโt agree with Vyn on much, reader.. But I have to say this is something not many would disagree on; if any at all.
Vyn holds Artem and continues tracing the slightly taller manโs back, -barely 4 centimeters, Vyn asks me to add- calling a breakfast delivery so neither him nor Artem would have to get up; The doctor gets back to kissing the -barely 4 centimeters!- taller man. His hands falling to Artyโs sides, pushing him u so he could kiss his adams apple-
his neck-
his collarbones-
his shoulders-ย โAh..โ
and there it goes. Vynโs sanity and self control, right out the window. Years of self observation and training; at the sound of the -ba-- okay. You get it.- his sigh alone makes Vyn want to commit horrendous crimes.
Vyn pulls Artem in deeper, leaving love signs all over his sweet spots on the neck, going down his chest, Artem singing songs with those moans -donโt imagine that actually- as Vyn goes around his nerve ends -why do I write like this- almost touching it every time, almoooost. Artem loses his mind, his moans becoming desperate pants as he digs his nails into Vynโs shoulders to bring him up weakly. Pants become whines and Vyn delights in Artemโs misery up until-
Ding Dong.
Vyn backs off, his tongue out and teeth looking sharper than ever in a blood curling smile, for a second Artem sees it blurry, the second itโs disappeared and Vynโs a doctor again, wearing his glasses and standing up to a flushed, teary eyed Artem. He gives him a sweet gentle smile, and Artem thinks heโs done teasing him just as he saysย โCome on. Come have breakfast.โ
Leaving Artem behind, completely dumbfounded, wears his robe and goes to get it as it rings a second time indicating an impatient delivery guy. Artem lays spread, semi-hard on a wrinkled bed sheet. Marks and bruises left from last night, staring at the ceiling. He gets up, washes his face in cold water, wears his robe and goes down to greet Vyn with yet another pout and sulk.
Vyn smiles devilishly, and takes another bite.
