11 for the kissies
following the kiss with a series of kisses down the neck
Music’s playing in the background. It’s soft and not very loud. In truth, Connor didn’t even need to play it aloud, he could just play whatever music he liked in his head but he liked the comfort it brought him. The surrounding noise made him feel less alone.
The arms that wrap around him are a lot more effective at that though.
“Mornin’,” comes Gavin’s rough voice.
It’s clear he’s only just woken up. His body is still warm from lying under his ridiculously thick blanket. His shirt is still pulled up a little. It’s cute how he always puts his hand on his own stomach when he sleeps.
Connor takes his hand off the frying pan and grabs one of Gavin’s, squeeze it. He turns his head to kiss him good morning but is met with a mop of hair. Very unruly hair. Gavin’s head is buried in his neck, probably hiding his tired eyes from the light.
A soft laugh escapes him and he kisses the top of his head.
“Good morning, dear,” Connor replies.
All he gets in response is a soft hum. And a series of kisses starting at the top of his shoulder and going up, up, up.
“Gavin, I’m trying to make you breakfast,” he sais, focusing once again on the eggs he’s cooking.
“Fuck breakfast,” is the only thing he gets before Gavin starts sucking onto that spot on his neck.
The little bastard. Well it’s not like Connor was gonna eat the eggs anyways, Gavin is old enough to decide what he wants for breakfast. And this morning it looks like he wants Connor.
