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sunlight spills into the room, golden rays illuminating the darkness while a gentle breeze makes itself apparent. steady breaths cause his chest to rise and fall, lips parted ever so slightly as fingers brush over the soft fabric of his sheets. eyes remain closed, his cheek resting against his pillow while his mind is occupied by dreams; dreams of boys with golden hair and green eyes.

the scent of salt is what he notices first; the sound of footsteps following suit, causing him to wake up from his slumber. fingertips ghost along the base of his spine and he mindlessly leans into the touch when they come to rest on the back of his neck. a smile manages to find its way onto his features, barely noticeable but there nonetheless. when the fingers tangle themselves into the mess that is his hair, patroclus hums; low and quietly. if he listens closely, the faintest of chuckles can be heard.

lips press themselves against his forehead; brushing over his brow, over the slope of his nose, before ultimately finding his own. kissing him is like breathing — completely natural, something his body does automatically. hums are stifled between the two of them while the bed dips under the weight of another person. his arm lazily winds itself around the other’s neck in an attempt to pull him closer. yet another chuckle can be heard, followed by the whisper of his own name.

his smile widens against achilles’ lips, fingers threading through sunkissed strands as he finally allows himself to open his eyes. when patroclus finally pulls away and rolls onto his back, allowing achilles to properly sit on the bed, he places his own hand on that of the other boy. fingers intertwine, both palms resting on his chest, as the dark haired boy allows a yawn to pass through his lips.

❛ you are up early. did you visit your mother ? ❜

soft breeze stricken winds disturbed the mesh curtains from which achilles swiftly parts through. his skin glowing a faint honey gold, hair hanging past his shoulders like finely knitted tassels, and eyes richly greener than the reefs of the ocean. he steps towards his bed, movements unnoticeable, inhuman in display, and his actions unthought for as he nears towards the resting body that was beginning to stir. achilles had daydreamed about boys with chocolate locks and amber eyes. being who he was however, he did not need reverie when he had reality. bronze skin felt moist and hot under the cooler tips of his fingers. contrary to popular belief, he could be gentle; he lightly traced the bow of the sleeping one’s spine to the base of his soft neck, gently plunging his hand in his curly hair. the action caused the other to smile, achilles did not disregard that small reaction, nor did he ignore the pleasant sounds he made. pleased with himself, achilles chuckled, and lowered himself to press firm lips upon his forehead to further wake him. patroclus was awake now of course, nonetheless that did not stop achilles from enjoying himself and continuing to kiss his lover awake. he did so across his arched brow; lips skirted over his prominent nose then finally hovering over his lips, yet not quite connecting. ‘ patroclus. ‘ he acknowledged confidently, before settling his lips over the other’s pair, parting them with a warm tongue. waves crashed against the hollow cage in his chest, as if they were drowning his lungs from the inside out, as if he had never known how to swim since infancy. for all the internal action, he could not fully display such intensity in the softest kiss of the morning. patroclus was barely awake as it was such thing was proven by his noises, gruff and husky from slumber and limbs limp as they hung around his neck from the same cause. like a tide, he was pulled in, and he managed to situate himself along the bed, unfortunately losing the warm pair of lips that were on him before, but gaining familiar hands. achilles took that delight and watched the mesmerizing contortion of patroclus’ sleepy face. the question that followed his yawn was expected, but he hoped would no longer be observed. ‘ yes, briefly. she did not wish to speak very much. ‘

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