@neschastnyy asked: (morning sex ) our muses are just waking up when they begin getting frisky before the coffee is even put on! Not sure whether to feel bad for Valentin but Paukka is the type of guy. Barely awake and already wanting to appreciate that beautiful man lying besides of him. / 👻୧‿︵‿︵ just fucking around !
The gentle singing of the birds is what stirs him from his slumber, a light, melodic chirp, barely loud enough to warrant opening his eyes and face the early morning hours but enough to let out a low grumble and nuzzle his face into the pillow next to him. His mind, however peaceful and serene the situation makes itself out to be, does not allow itself to simply let itself slip back into slumber and thus he remains awake enough to slowly acknowledge Paukka curling around him, his arm tucked around his waist. It makes Valentin smile, the mere realization how safe he is, feels, here within his embrace. I feel like I could stay here forever with you, he remebers telling him and perhaps he can, just for a few more minutes before the tasks of the day force them to leave the comfort of their bed and the warmth of their love.
But still he stretches, bending his limbs to shake off Hypnos' kiss and, in turn, press all of himself further against the taller man still nuzzled against him. And finally he turns, meeting him with a smile and lashes fluttering slowly against golden eyes. " Good morning. " And in exchange he receives a kiss, feeling himself be turned and pressed back into the pillows, which he goes along with easily, wrapping his own arms around his neck and, inadvertently, naively ( without considering how he hums into his mouth and how his legs make way for him ) pull him deeper into the kiss.
Until Paukka's kisses trail down his neck, down his chest and his hand comes to palm him through his underwear, leaving him delirious and desperate. Until his voice, still rough from sleep, echoes against their bedroom walls with his groaned pleading for more, blending into a repetition of his name. " Paukka, please. ", is a mumbled prayer uttered on repeat, until two fingers bury themselves within his heat and he is left panting and whining, clutching the sheets around them with every gasp that leaves his mouth, every gasp that is muffled in the kisses the other bestows upon his mouth.
But when he finally moves to push himself against Valentin's entrance, a gloved hand gingerly reaches out to stop him. " Wait---. " And before Paukka can dare to misinterpret this monosyllabic request, he is already pushing him on his back, moving to sit and hover over his lap and slowly sink himself down on his member. " Paukka, hah--- I love you. ", the flush on his face grows deeper, an embarrassed smile resting upon his lips as he leans down to kiss him again, movements slow, sleepy, the mere need to be close to him taking over every sense and every thought. He begins riding him, brushing himself against Paukka's lower abdomen, moaning loudly. " I love you. "
