He'd come home late today, having worked far longer than he planned and was unable to get a hold of Kieran to inform him. So by the time he'd gotten home and managed to wind down enough to crawl into bed, he did so with a quiet murmur, exhausted. Kieran had been fast asleep, and a part of him didn't want to wake his boyfriend, but another half craved his attention. Crawling up behind him, he fell in against his back and curled his arm up around his abdomen, his face buried into his hair.
The caretaker was stirred from his doze as he felt the bed dip, and smelled the scent of his lover closing in and enveloping him. Kieran gave a small yawn just as Eskol buried his nose against his temple in a careful hug, as though he didn’t want to wake him up.
“Eskol?” Kieran blinks sleepily, reaching to kiss the man on his scruffy jaw. “You’re finally back,” he smiles.










