Morning
Soft, thick locks of dark brown hair fell easily through bony pale fingers. Grey eyes studied every bit of him, from the mildly tan skin that held nice contrast to the white sheets, to the well-muscled chest that rose and fell easily with each slumbering breath. Everything in the room was given a warm hue as the sun’s rays filtered through crème curtains, a gentle breeze caressing them both as it let itself in from the open windows. Thin lips stretched into a subtle gentle smile, contentment carried upon them – how he loved this man. And how blessed he was, truly, to have met him beyond the millennia of solitude and lackluster routine.
Though he had nowhere to go nigh any obligations or appointments to fulfill, he felt it was time to awake and start the day. Quiet as a church mouse he sidled his emaciated figure to the edge of the bed – only to be brought back to its center as the other’s solid arm held him close. Eyes of milk chocolate gazed through half lids, the smile a sloppy grin.
“Good morning Rolhe.” The man rumbled, still groggy and dazed like a napping panther. Rolhe was brought even closer as his partner placed a soft kiss upon his temple. Despite the gentle pressure now he could feel the muscles minutely flexing in the other man’s arm – they were capable of holding him gently as they did now, but were also just as capable of ripping out a grown man’s arm. Rolhe found a strange sense of security knowing that, rooted so in the strong unspoken conviction that his partner would never do anything to harm him.
“…Good morning Jesse.” He mumbled in reply, his face now buried in the other’s chest, ears turning lightly pink. The thin man could never get used to Jesse’s displays of affection, and though they made him happy it made him just as embarrassed. It’s needless to say just how much of a flustered mess he became when they made love. His dull beige hair wavered slightly as Jesse let exhaled in apparent contemplation. Rolhe looked up quizzically, unburying himself. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s Thursday right?”
Rolhe blinked, his eyes glancing over to the side for a moment in thought before replying.
“Yes, Thursday.” He crawled on his elbows up a bit, lying atop the other’s chest. “Why?” “Nothing, just…Work.” Jesse sighed again, though his head turned to offer a smile to Rolhe, his fingertips tracing the protruding ribs of his lover. “That means only one more day to go though.” It wasn’t much of a reassurance for the thinner male. “You…You go to work so I can eat.” He bit his lips apologetically. “You don’t even need the food; I should be the one worki- Ah!” He jolted as a Jesse playfully bit his nape, his fangs pricking the flawlessly smooth skin. It was followed up by butterfly kisses that alighted softly, trailing up his neck and to his angular jaw line. Rolhe quickly found himself on his back as Jesse rolled over upon him – though flushed with embarrassment, Rolhe’s expression was an unimpressed one. “…What?” “Don’t worry so much,” A smug smirk looked down at him, brown eyes narrowed into crescents, “But I do have a favor.” Still pouting Rolhe’s head tilted only slightly. Jesse leaned forward, his square fingers interlocking firmly with thinner ones. “Breakfast.” The fangs sunk deeply into the pale skin this time. “Hn…!” Rolhe barely managed to choke down a yelp as his back arched upwards, feeling Jesse greedily digging through his flesh. He could feel the man’s broad hand push up against his delicate waist as he fed, listening and feeling the other swallow. With shaky breaths he held Jesse’s head firmly but carefully – it was a peculiar feeling, being bled, like somehow he could feel both of their heartbeats at the same time. It was uncomfortable as it was pleasurable, though the pleasure definitely was more acute – he closed his eyes tightly and bit his bottom lip to keep quiet. “Nn…” As the fangs pulled out Rolhe could feel his skin mending quickly. Jesse licked where the wounds were like a dog apologizing, nuzzling his head against Rolhe’s cheek. They both lay there in a comfortable silence for a while, feeling each other’s breathing and pulse slowly steady.
Jesse’s face was greeted with a pillow soon after and Rolhe leaped off of the bed, this time successfully. “I said give me more of a warning if you’re gonna do that.” He huffed, pulling a pale grey sweater over his bony frame. Jesse simply lay now on the pillow with his elbows and smiled amused at his lover’s back. His eyes looked up to meet grey ones when Rolhe turned to look at him with a pouting expression. “You’re gonna be late.” With that he left the room, leaving Jesse alone to chuckle in bed.