Karl propped his head on his elbow, smiled. Dom looked so peaceful in slumber, so calm. Quite the change of pace from the norm. Usually, grey eyes were alight with mischief, full lips were grinning in that open, honest face, and that slender body was fairly vibrating with mischief and mayhem. But, in sleep, it was a far different Dom. In sleep, Dom didn't move. Just lay sprawled on the king-sized bed, taking up most of it. Most nights, Karl was lucky to have a corner of the bed -- more often than not, he just wrapped himself around Dom like a blanket, shared his warmth. Karl did this just about every night, the routine constant. Fell asleep with Dom using him as a pillow, woke up a few hours later and gazed at the slender body next to him. Marveled at blond eyelashes curving the tops of wide cheekbones, watched each rise and fall of Dom's lean chest, brushed his thighs against Dom's, rubbed the scratchy hairs with his own. Didn't quite know why he did it -- comfort, probably. Karl hadn't been used to sharing his bed, his heart. But Dom had allowed nothing less, had wanted nothing more than Karl's full attention and love. It had been easier than Karl had thought to give both. He watched with a soft smile as one grey eye opened, focused wearily on him. "You need t'stop this," Dom yawned, plastering his body against Karl's, murmuring in appreciation when Karl closed arms around him. "Do what, love?" Karl asked, brushing his lips against the top of Dom's head. "Stay up," came the muffled reply. "You'll get insomnia." "I don't think insomnia's a disease." "Don't take the piss. Y'know what I meant." Dom lifted his head slightly and focused on him. "Y'need to sleep." "I do sleep." Karl brushed the back of his hand across Dom's cheek down to the stubble marking his jaw. "I just like to watch you." "Perv." "You love me anyway." A small smirk. "Most days." "Every day," Karl corrected, rolling over to pin Dom's squirming body beneath himself. "Tell me." "Make me." A challenge in an impish grin, answered when Karl lowered his head. The first time he and Dom had kissed, Karl had put the sizzle down to lust, a few pitchers of beer and abstinence. Almost four years later, the sizzle was still there -- the tangible wave that came through every single time their lips touched. Constant and thrilling. A marvel of perfection in every kiss. With a soft sigh, they both sank into the kiss, into each other, sliding tongues and lips together, on, over, around each other. Familiar, warm, home. A taste that still delighted and thrilled. "Love tasting you." "Yeah..." The next kiss was more aggressive, added hunger and fire to love and need. Hands, chests, groins, and thighs all joined in the caress. Carnal, wet mouths slanted together, firm, knowing hands mapped warm skin, muscled, hungry bodies pressed together. "Need you." "I'm right here." Fingers sought, found warm, hard flesh, slid over it, traced veins and ridges, stroked and petted. The kiss resumed, continued, as they stroked each other, moved together, bodies aligned as they came with soft groans over each other's hands. "Fuck..." "No, that was a handjob." Dom snorted, flopped on Karl's sweaty chest. "Funny. Ha ha." "I try," Karl smiled, nipping the bottom of Dom's chin. "Go back to sleep, love." "Okay," Dom agreed happily, yawning into Karl's body. "Love you." "I love you, too," Karl murmured against Dom's hair, sleep already starting to claim him. "See you in the morning." Another soft sigh. "I'll be here." "I know."
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