1351. The Morning After Meme

[moderncharisma]

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aubrey - folklore oc - ota

[ofthefolk]

[ofthefolk]

[ There is certainly a beggar -- two, really, if you count Daddy the second, who will be passing over a mug of piping hot coffee -- waiting for him. ]

Oh, ye of little faith.

[mightcareless]

[The one who loves him least gets the first bite of sasusage. The only time he gives people food to the little begger is when he bothers to make breakfast and there's sausage in the house. From the one who loves him more? He steals a kiss before grabbing the coffee.] I'm becoming far too old.

So you're telling me - [the last few cakes are almost done] is that I need eat more, yes?

[ofthefolk]

I'm telling you -- [ Another quick kiss. ] -- that I might like a sundae later.

[mightcareless]

You are the most spoiled creature. Spoiled.

[ofthefolk]

Utterly. [ This kiss is to Victor's jaw. ] Completely. [ This to his collarbone. One hand slips under his shirt, brushing against the curve of his hip. ] Spoiled.

[ And not even remotely repentant. ]

[mightcareless]

[A breath escapes him as a hand curls into the black hair. Eye lids lower and a sharp twinge travels his spine at the kiss to the collar bone. The touch to his hip? Well... now everything is rising with the morning.]

Goddamnit, Filimor.

[His voice is gravelly as he pulls into a hard, hungry kiss.

Perhaps the hot plate would save breakfast for later.]

Rolled a 6. And this time, David's up first~

[itsnotacurse]

David's awake at his usual time that day, but spends quite a while just lying beside Aubrey. Finally he gets up and heads for the shower.

oh david.

[ofthefolk]

The sound of rushing water brings Aubrey to full wakefulness, though it takes awhile for him to muster enough energy to be bothered to get out of the bed, much less make it all the way to the bathroom.

Still, he does, slipping in behind David without making a sound, arm looping around his waist and pulling him back against his chest: "Good morning."

[itsnotacurse]

David's a little startled--he hadn't heard Aubrey get up over the water running--but he smiles after a moment, wrapping his hand around the arm at his waist and turning his head to look at Aubrey. "Morning."

[ofthefolk]

He presses a kiss to the corner of David's mouth, snagging the sponge from his hand: "Do your back?"

[itsnotacurse]

David nods, turning his head a little farther to catch Aubrey for a real, though brief, kiss. "Yeah. Thanks."

[ofthefolk]

"Oh," he says, the smirk not seen so much as heard, running the sponge across David's shoulders and then dipping down, following the line of his back. "My pleasure."

[itsnotacurse]

David doesn't bother hiding to hide his smile, whether at Aubrey's words or smirk or touch it doesn't really matter. He bends his head forward into the spray of water, closing his eyes.

[ofthefolk]

Aubrey presses a kiss to David's shoulder blade, one arm looping around his waist to hold him against them. "So," he says, tone casual, "I was thinking."

[itsnotacurse]

"Well, that's dangerous." He smiles, leaning back against Aubrey. "What were you thinking?"