Mornings tangled up with Taako, his hair in Kravitz's mouth and chin jutting sharply into his chest. It's perfect. He wasn't sure what to expect moving into the horny house, but he thinks he can put up with the noise and mess if he gets this in exchange.
He squeezes Taako tightly with both arms, half lifting him as he pulls the elf properly on top of him. Good morning.]
He and Lup have spent so long folded together in small spaces, crammed on too small beds and in corners of anywhere they can reach that they know how to fold into each other perfectly, something like hair or ears getting in the way seeming like nothing. He's learned how to fit with others in a way that's comfortable; Angus curled into his middle on the couch on one memorable afternoon, Barry and his arms that just go all the way out, Magnus and his bone crushing hugs. It's been a science, a carefully poised dance.
With Kravitz, it's... natural. He lets him crawl his way around and sprawl out and get his legs fucking everywhere and he's fine with it. Hell, he even does shit like this, gently waking him by pulling him onto his chest, letting Taako flutter his eyes open just to see his face in the morning. It's kind of amazing? Don't make him say the l word again, just know he's thinking it.
He's also going to make a half laughing noise and summon a mage hand to pull the sheets up over his shoulders and over both of them.]
Hey my man, don't waste all the body heat I spent all night generating to warm up your cold ass bod. Or did you spend all night staring at me again?
[Kravitz has no real point of reference- no one he's shared space with in a long time, no one to practice growing comfortable with- but perhaps it's proof that things are so natural and easy with Taako that that hasn't been a problem. At all.
He sniffs and turns his nose up, but Krav's face is undeniably marred by embarrassment.]
That was one time, and I thought we weren't going to make a big deal out of it.
[There's no stopping the way his grin pulls wide across his face, the small tremors in his chest that Kravitz can feel as they're pressed together when he laughs.]
Uh huh. Sure. One time a week, maybe.
[He's just spitballing here for the purpose of making Kravitz uncomfortable, but he can't stand to be here and not up the ante, so he wiggles his way into settling again, shifting down enough until his head is tilted on Kravitz' shoulder, looking right up to his face and pressing a tiny kiss to his jawline.]
Man, my dude, it's not fair that you're allowed to look good when you wake up. Like, you look just as good all the fucking time? It should be illegal. I'm just saying.
[Taako moves his hand across Kravitz' chest as he speaks, fingers dancing around his ribs, letting his palm go flat to feel muscle over his pecs. This is nice. This is remarkably nice.]
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Mornings tangled up with Taako, his hair in Kravitz's mouth and chin jutting sharply into his chest. It's perfect. He wasn't sure what to expect moving into the horny house, but he thinks he can put up with the noise and mess if he gets this in exchange.
He squeezes Taako tightly with both arms, half lifting him as he pulls the elf properly on top of him. Good morning.]
action; ITS COOL
He and Lup have spent so long folded together in small spaces, crammed on too small beds and in corners of anywhere they can reach that they know how to fold into each other perfectly, something like hair or ears getting in the way seeming like nothing. He's learned how to fit with others in a way that's comfortable; Angus curled into his middle on the couch on one memorable afternoon, Barry and his arms that just go all the way out, Magnus and his bone crushing hugs. It's been a science, a carefully poised dance.
With Kravitz, it's... natural. He lets him crawl his way around and sprawl out and get his legs fucking everywhere and he's fine with it. Hell, he even does shit like this, gently waking him by pulling him onto his chest, letting Taako flutter his eyes open just to see his face in the morning. It's kind of amazing? Don't make him say the l word again, just know he's thinking it.
He's also going to make a half laughing noise and summon a mage hand to pull the sheets up over his shoulders and over both of them.]
Hey my man, don't waste all the body heat I spent all night generating to warm up your cold ass bod. Or did you spend all night staring at me again?
[Romantic.]
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He sniffs and turns his nose up, but Krav's face is undeniably marred by embarrassment.]
That was one time, and I thought we weren't going to make a big deal out of it.
[Yo it 100% wasn't one time]
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Uh huh. Sure. One time a week, maybe.
[He's just spitballing here for the purpose of making Kravitz uncomfortable, but he can't stand to be here and not up the ante, so he wiggles his way into settling again, shifting down enough until his head is tilted on Kravitz' shoulder, looking right up to his face and pressing a tiny kiss to his jawline.]
Man, my dude, it's not fair that you're allowed to look good when you wake up. Like, you look just as good all the fucking time? It should be illegal. I'm just saying.
[Taako moves his hand across Kravitz' chest as he speaks, fingers dancing around his ribs, letting his palm go flat to feel muscle over his pecs. This is nice. This is remarkably nice.]