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Damon has always been a morning person.
Graham however, had not.
Most mornings Damon would rise early, around the time the sun did. He’d lean on his elbows, staring down at a rather sleepy Graham. Brushing hair over his eyes, behind his ears. He loved watching him, loving waking up so close to someone he loved. It always brought a smile to his lips, giddy with fondness and adoration for Graham. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Sometimes Graham would stir, from Damon’s movements. He’d retreat his hands and just watch. Watch as Graham moved around in the covers, yawned, or just smiled and snuggled closer into Damon’s touch. No mater what, he’d be right there.
He especially loved it when they were super close. He’d be sitting up, staring out the blinds at the gorgeous sunset, absentmindedly petting Graham’s hair, who was laying on his side, head nestled into Damon’s waist with his arms wrapped around him. He loved that, when Graham was comfortable enough to fall asleep like that. It made him feel bubbly, especially with how adorable Graham was.
Graham was definitely a cuddler, often in his sleep. Sometimes, he didn’t even realize. Didn’t notice how his hand would find Damons body, pulling him closer in his embrace. Damon just leaned his head back, embarrassed by how hard he’d fallen. Even though they’d been dating and living together for three years, he still felt that way. Like he had a silly crush. But Graham was his boyfriend.
Every time he ran a hand over his face where crimson was already blossoming, or turned his smile struck face away from Graham’s gaze, he then reminded himself what they were to each other. But he couldn’t help it; he was absolutely smitten. That’s what happens when your significant other is absolutely gorgeous and lovely as Graham is.
Sometimes, he’d wake up early with enough energy to get out of bed. As crazy as it may sound, leaving Graham alone in his sleep like that, Damon did. To make him breakfast in bed, of course. Around ten when he’d wake up peacefully, his goddess of a boyfriend would bring him a tray of food, gently setting it down on the dresser besides him and placing a kiss on his head. Sitting and talking, asking how his sleep was as he stroked his hair gently. Graham could never get bored of their mornings together, and was absolutely in love, just as Damon.
But, mornings like that of today Damon particularly loved. His eyes gently fluttered open, blinking into focus as his head fell to the side. He got a glance at his clock, surprised by how late it was. Even more surprised when he reached up to muffle a yawn. Of course, Graham was softly nestled into his side, clinging onto one of Damon’s arm, asleep. The blonde took a while longer, just to stare at the figure besides him.
He couldn’t help the huge overwhelming smile that graced his lips, a kind he couldn’t stop if he tried. Graham usually did that to him. He felt his eyes become heavier, desperate to fall back into sleep. But he fought against it, wanting to stay awake to see Graham wake up. Besides, he shouldn’t even be tired, he got loads of sleep; and it was so late into the morning! Graham would probably be waking up soon, by now.
Damon adjusted his position, turning to the side to get closer to Graham. He wasn’t sure why, but in the mornings they were always clingy like this. No matter how close he was, breathing his scent, he needed to be even closer. He wrapped his arms around Graham’s waist, snuggling into him impossibly close. He nuzzled his head just below the curve of his chin, tilting it so he laid his head on his shoulders.
Damon’s lashes fluttered, absolutely speechless at the beauty Graham was. His shirt rode up, slightly below where Damon’s hands currently were. The thin fabric of his T-shirt made Damon aware of how warm his skin was, and he clung to that temperature, melting his freezing hands at the touch. Damon gently ran his fingers up the curves of the side of Graham, fascinated by how perfect he felt under his wandering hand. He trailed finger all the way up till he reached Graham’s neck, chin, jaw.
He couldn’t help reaching up to place a fleeting kiss on his lovers jaw, right where he’d last touched. His lips instantly soothed at the feeling of Graham’s soft skin there, even if it was for half a second. Graham felt like a song to him, so embedded into his brain with such heavy and pretty thoughts behind it. Every single part of Graham was gorgeous, every kiss he stole felt like their first, over and over again. No matter what, when Graham would surprisingly catch Damon’s lips with his own, Damon would stop and stare when it was over, feeling bubbly all over again. Like he couldn’t believe this magnificent, stunning boy was his. He got to kiss him at any time, be with him. He was the reason Damon had wrinkles on his cheeks, from his smile lines. Around him, a smile was permanently embedded on his face, gracefully lighting him up.
As he snuggled closer into Graham’s chest, he felt the boy begin to stir under his hands. He leaned back up, catching Graham’s still closed eyes. He said nothing, but moved his lips down to where Damon’s head was tucked under his chin, placing a small kiss atop his hair. He left his lips there, smiling against the crown of himself head. It made Damon giggle warmly, as Graham’s hands found their way up his waist and to either side of his face, cradling his cheeks.
Finally, Graham opened his eyes as he tilted Damon’s head up. Their lips were so incredibly close, practically breathing the same air as each other. But neither seemed to notice, nothing at all mattered when they were in each others arms like this, on a cold slow morning.
Graham gently ran his thumb lovingly just under Damon’s eye, just as he always did. He offered a lazy, sleepy smile.
”Good morning, sweet boy,” Damon nearly melted at Graham’s voice, fresh and gravely. “How long ‘ave you been up?”
Damon tried his best to shrug, given their position. “Not long, love. Like being here with you. Wanna stay,” he snuggled his head even lower, right into the crook of Graham’s neck. He peppered kisses there, on the pulse of his throat. One of his hands ran up Graham’s waist, reaching up till it found his hair, gripping it sweetly.
Graham leaned his head back, breathing out and feeling everything Damon gave him. He loved it, loved every single touch he’d ever get from him. Even when he was sleeping, or in the middle of the night when Damon would run his fingers along his forehead, brushing hair out of his face. Sometimes it still tingled, embedding the feeling into his literal core. That’s how strong Damon’s touch was to him.
”Love you baby,” Graham said groggily. He breathed in Damon’s scent deeply. He could tell the other boy was still sleepy, clinging to him with drowsy efforts, a prolonged hand playing with his hair in the same motion. “Should we make breakfast together since we’re both up? I’ll go run ‘n turn the stove on for ya if you wanna meet m-“
He was cut off my Damon making a whiny noise, tightly pulling Graham by the waist even closer to him. “Don’t go love, please. Stay with me?” His voice was still low with sleep, a mewl tone breaking in his voice. Like he was genuinely upset and sad at the idea Graham would leave him. The boys heart melted, right where he sat up on the bed, mid-ready to get up. His hung open jaw slowly closed, eyes trailing back down to where his boyfriend had a possessive grip on his waist.
”’course... ‘course I won’t leave you Damon,” Graham softly let out. He wasn’t used to seeing Damon like this. But when he did, it was a gift. A treat, even. Sometimes Damon looked close to tears when Graham suggested they get up, needy hands tugging him closer like he’d threatened to leave forever. Like their kitchen wasn’t a few yards away. Graham’s lips went up on their own account at that thought, absentmindedly petting his lovers hair, who’s head was snuggled into his chest. He placed small kisses on Graham’s fabric covered collarbone, moving his head up in a motion, as if he could get closer. If was awfully cute, Graham thought.
”Y’know, I’m right here baby. M’not going anywhere,” Graham chuckled out, bewildered at how Damon always had that need to be closer, impossibly close. Cause it was true, he was right there. Not that he minded, of course. He’d always be with open arms for his clingy boyfriend whenever he needed.
”Just wanna stay. With you. Tis’ so perfect in your embrace. I’d stay with you all day if I could, hm? I wish... can I?” Damon’s adorable eyes finally looked up at Graham’s, perfectly round curious orbs peering into his own. Graham just shook his head, shooting his head forward to meet Damon’s. Their foreheads met, Graham immediately reaching out a hand to cup Damon’s cheek gently. Damon let a sigh fall from his lips, blissfully closing his eyes. Graham didn’t even have to do anything, just the simple warmth of his radiating heart being so close to Damon had the boy at ease. Nothing calmed him down like Graham did, his mere presence, the trifling touch of his fingers. Damon had experienced hell in his life—he was basically a warrior. But around Graham he let his guard down, succumbing to the small, fragile boy he really was. Nothing compared to being in the arms of that which you love, being able to wake up with their arms tangled with yours, eyes fluttering open to the most gorgeous thing possible. That’s how Damon felt every morning, and he loved savoring it.
Graham stared, stared at how lovely Damon looked right now. His nimble fingers trailed over the curve of his jaw, drawing a small smile from Damon at the action. His fingers then found his ear, tucking a loose lock behind it slowly.
Damon chuckled, a warm sound bubbling from him. “Your stubble ‘s tickling me, babe. Told you to shave it yesterday,” he shook his head away slightly, the feeling of Graham’s chin pressed into his face making him laugh and squirm.
”Really? It does?” Graham breathed out, pushing his face into Damon’s neck, sending the squirming boy to his back, no longer in his position propped on his side with his elbow. Graham chased him, between a fit of giggles, till he was on top of him, pinning Damon down by his hips.
Damon wriggled and twisted under him, Graham continuing to nuzzle his chin all over his face. “You jerk,” Damon breathed out, seemingly struggling to get free.
”Quit tickling! I just woke up. ‘tis not- fair,” Damon was grinning super hard, chuckling at the assaulting manors Graham’s stubble was delivering. “Can’t we have something nice for once, hm?” With a groan, Damon used his energy to lurch forward, pushing Graham off. The other boy yelped, tumbling back as Damon sat up.
He innocently looked up at him, slowly resuming his position crammed into Damon’s neck, nuzzling his chin into him. Damon threw his head back, utterly defeated. “This is torture, you know? Shave that damn thing!”
Graham chuckled, not giving up. Instead, he reached two hands up to cup Damon’s cheeks, drawing his face near his. Catching his lips into a tender kiss, their first of the day. Damon tilted his head up, trying to reach Graham’s lips properly with how he was straddling his lap now.
Every time he’d break the kiss, he’d look up with those perfect eyes, like staring straight into Graham’s heart. He couldn’t get enough of the sweetness of the other boys lips, pressing for fleeting kisses against his mouth, over and over.
”So. So. So. So. Gorgeous,” Damon said between each kiss. Graham giggled, moving his hands from Damon’s cheeks to ring around his neck, pulling him up by the back of the head. He could stare at that gaze all day, the beauty of his lovers big blue eyes. He had that stunning aura about him—as if he was mean to be the sweetheart he was now all the way from birth.
Not a lot of people knew Damon, not the real him. Graham new every bit, every single piece of him. His emotional side, how he let his guard down, how he loved physical touch more than anything. He knew his soft spots, his shy side, his energetic side. He knew what a soft, gentle lover he was, how he treated Graham like he was a fragile object, to be dealt with caringly. Graham knew exactly which spots to touch, how to kiss him. He knew where every mole or scar on his body was, every single beautiful detail. Damon was absolutely breathtaking, every part, inside out. He sometimes marvels at how he got so lucky, able to be with him every single day.
Damon’s arms were wrapped snuggly around Graham’s waist, pulling him as close as possibly as his head wrested on Graham’s shoulder, placing the occasional kiss on his lower neck. “What’cha thinkin’ bout, pretty?” Damon asked him, looking up at Graham from his lashes, who blushed at the nickname.
”Hmm...” Graham dragged out. “Breakfast!” He said matter of factly, springing up just slightly. Damon whined into his shoulder, shaking his head and clinging tighter to his waist, like he was going somewhere.
Graham chuckled ”Kitchen isn’t that far, la. Come with!”
”Okay... okay fine. I’ll meet you in. I’ll make the bed,” Damon frowned into his shoulder, reluctantly loosening his grip on Graham’s waist, allowing the boy to slip off his lap, out of his grasp. Damon wiped sleep from his eye, looking up as Graham’s feet hit the floor.
”How kind of you, love the manners,” his husky voice flooded Damon’s ears, sending a wink his way as he spun on his heel, all too quickly for Damon to react properly. He then walked out of their bedroom, purposely making a show of pulling his shirt over his head, throwing is somewhere behind him before disappearing through the door. He was left in plaid pajama bottoms, which worked fucking wonders of showing his toned waist. He could just above the jut of his hips, and where that little tattoo peeked out at his lower waistline. Which made it extra difficult to focus whenever his shirt was off, Damon barely able to compose himself. His jaw was agape, even as Graham had well left their room.
He groaned, falling back onto the bed and his hands immediately reached up to cover his face. That boy would be the absolute death of him.What a lovely morning.
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Damon skipped happily into the kitchen, sporting a bright smile. Graham was over at the stovetop, skillet on a burner, spatula in hand, ingredients on the counter. Damon’s heart warmed as he walked up behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist.
Graham acknowledged him with a turn on his head, placing a brief kiss on Damon’s cheek. The blonde sighed in content, nuzzling his face down Graham’s neck, grip on his waist still just as tight.
They liked to joke that they were still in their honeymoon phase—albeit being together for three years now. Still, little things and bits they shared at the beginning of their relationship still stood now. Like their physical touch, communication, quality time. Damon would give up absolutely anything just for the smallest bit of time with Graham, who’d do the same. In every way, they worked perfectly together.
Damon was a very loud type... in many different cases. He voiced his thoughts, even the meaningless silly ones. He spoke out when Graham didn’t. But Graham was the listening type. He loved listening to Damon.... in many different cases. But, main point being, they heard each other. They had that so very important line of communication and expression, what every relationship must contain. Which is why they’re as sweet as they are now, spending every second of the day being in love. And Damon loved it, loved being here with his arms around the boy he loved the most in their shared home.
Damon peeked his head up, watching Graham wisk a mixture in a bowl. “What’re you making, hm?” he asked, hands running up Graham’s bare waist. He took time to trail his fingers over the tattoo on his waistline, he couldn’t help it. Graham knew he loved it, he grinned pleasantly.
”Blueberry pancakes, your favorite,” Graham turned his head to the side again, meeting Damon’s gaze fixated on him. “What?” He breathed out with a laugh, unsure why Damon looked at him like that.
Damon shook his head, pushing his head forward an inch to meet Graham’s lips. He caught them in his own, leisurely working against his soft mouth. Graham reacted in a few seconds, caught quite off guard, but happy nonetheless. Ecstatic really.
Damon pulled his head away slowly, blinking his eyes open. A smile graced his lips again when Graham returned his stare. “Nothin’, you just look so gorgeous,” Damon replied, eyes flickering up and down Graham’s face. The boys face flushed, then he coyly turned back around to the countertop to finish wisking the batter. His breath hitched, every nerve of his body standing on edge with Damon’s words. Said boy who had such effect on him was already trailing kisses down his shoulder, hugging him tenderly from behind.
It was just the way Damon made him feel; like he was on a cloud, softly embracing him along with his heart. He felt that flutter, the kind when Damon was so insanely gentle with him, putting meaning behind every movement and touch he bestowed on Graham’s figure. His fingers loved to tap and move ever so delicately on the curve of Graham’s waist, paying attention to even the slightly movements he granted. Graham’s breath hitched, trying to focus on the task at hand. Which was making them both breakfast. But Damon has such a wild affect on him, putting every nerve in his body on edge. He swallowed tersely, hand shaking and stilling every so often. His head was so full of Damon he forgot every other human function. Every thought he had reduced to zero, just focusing on that little motion Damon did with his hands, delicately tapping and running fingers up and down the curve of his waist.
Damon leaned his head down, tilting to draw his lips to a spot on the side of Graham’s chest, where a birthmark lay. He placed a kiss there, breathing softly against Graham, casually bringing his head back up to rest on his shoulder, like he wasn’t distracting Graham in the slightest bit. Like he was just there, clinging to his waist and giving him those sweet kisses. Like just his presence alone wasn’t frying Graham’s head into a million pieces, all while Damon just did the simplest acts.
He managed to continue though, finally pouring the blueberry filled batter into the skillet, topping off the pancakes with extra blueberries.
”Good job baby, those look great,” Damon said deeply, a low laugh filled Graham’s ears. He almost shivered, his skin suddenly feeling very warm. Graham grabbed them each a plate, taking his time in adorning their food with parsley leaves and sprinkled powdered sugar, giving it a good presentation. He happily turned around once finished, handing Damon his plate. He reached out and gave Graham a peck on the cheek.
”Thanks la, join me at the table?” Damon asked him. Graham nodded, setting his plate aside. He cleaned up, putting supplies away, dishes in the sink, scrubbing the counters spotless. He smiled to himself while washing his hands, still feeling the touch of Damon’s fingers on him, his delicate warmth so close, huddled into him.
It made him embarrassingly giddy, which he knew it shouldn’t, but when your boyfriend was so gorgeous, it’s kind of hard not to. This was basically every day for them, filled with each other. Same amount of love, same amount of care. They rarely argued because, well, what for? They were so happy, it was insane. He felt like Damon was all he needed. He made that pit of emotions in Graham’s stomach stir, showing him what real endearment love. Damon was his first kiss, first love, first intimate experience, first date. Damon was like his roots, the start of something magical. That something being their relationship. Twenty three years old, Graham was ready to decide what he wanted for the rest of his life. His other half, his puzzle piece, that was Damon.
The best part was, he knew Damon felt the same way. He was completely infatuated, too far gone to even remember what life was without Graham. They were both so extremely happy; wouldn’t have it any other way.
Graham finally shut off the sink, patting his hands down on a towel. He eagerly grabbed his plate and stilled out into the dining room, the blinds already open and letting in rays of the late morning sun. Damon looked up at him, closing the book he was reading and setting it on the table.
His eyes followed Graham as he moved, and god was he a sight to see. His bare chest on view, pajama bottoms hung loosely around his waist, the jut of his hip bone just covered. Which was a shame, really. Damon thought they were gorgeous, as he did every part of Graham. He loved those little lines on his lower waist that continued below the band of his pants, and the barely visible happy trail on his abdomen. He was sure if he didn’t pull his eyes away soon, he’d be drooling in a few seconds. So with some difficulty, he finally did. He fixed his gaze upwards on Graham as he pulled a chair out and sad beside him.
Normal couples considered it ‘romantic’ and ‘practical’ to sit across from each other, hold hands across the table and such. But not them, they found that rather silly. Damon loved to be as close as he could to Graham, at all times, which was very apparent. He’d probably be upset if Graham ever decided to not sit right next to him, giving one of those sad frowns that usually made Graham immediately want to kiss the unpleasant expression off his face.
Graham reached for Damon’s hand under the table, threading them together without a word spoken. It was just another one of their things. Damon smiles, happily cutting a bit of his pancake and finally trying it.
He hums, eyes go wide as he nods. Graham tries his food, same reaction as Damon. “Did you go to culinary school or summat and not let me know, babe?”
Graham laughs, placing his fork down. “Would that surprise you?”
Damon shakes his head, stuffing another forkful into his mouth. He covers his mouth with a hand as he chews. “Nope. Your a wonder to me, love. Wouldn’t be surprised with anything you tell me,” Damon smiles up at Graham, running a thumb down the boys knuckles.
Graham holds his look for a second. Then, without thinking, ”Even if I asked you to marry me?” he blurts. Without a single thought. Not one. Like it came naturally.
He expects Damon to gasp, to drop his fork, to look at Graham in utter disbelief. But instead he just shakes his head again, answering to Graham that he wouldn’t be surprised. “Nah. Also, that’s not even legal in the UK yet. Wouldn’t stop me from saying yes though, in a heartbeat,” Damon’s eyes turn to hearts practically, the way he looks at Graham now.
Graham realizes his words are true, and it hurts a bit. He can’t even marry the person he’s in love with. How shitty is that? But, with Damon’s words, he fishes into his pocket.
Now, Damon drops his fork, jaw falling slack. He shakes his head wildly. “No fucking way,” he mutters, a hand reaching up to cover his mouth.
Damon smiles, pulling out a small band. No velvet box, no fancy presentation. He gently pulls Damon’s hand up, the one still resting in his own. He lays his palm out flat, placing the ring into Damon’s hand. Both of Graham’s hands are holding Damon’s by his wrist, a loving gesture.
”What is it?” Damon asks, curiosity lacing his voice as he examines the ring. One of Graham’s hands reaches up to cradle Damon’s jaw, making the boy look up at him again. The action makes all existed thoughts vanish from Graham’s head.
”It’s a promise ring. It means... I’ll marry you some day. I swear on it. And you can wear this to remind you how much I love you, how bad I’m waiting for the day I can marry you. You carry that little reminder with you on your hand everywhere, think of me...” Graham trails off as Damon blinks a small tear from his eye, smiling sadly.
He shakes his head. “Baby, I don’t need a ring to remind me you love me,” his voice comes out raw. Graham brushes his thumb below Damon’s eye, wiping away the tear. He sniffles. “I don’t need a promise to prove to me that you’ll make me your husband some day. I know it. I don’t need some silly papers to prove to me I’m yours until my very last breath. Fuck the law,” he closes his palm around the ring, reaching forward to collide their lips. He places his soul into their kiss, leaving it bare for Graham to see. Every move of his lips against Graham’s show him what a fool he is for him. Every tongue stroke and soft sound between them to show how dangerously Damon feels towards him. It’s all there, all there between them in the moment. The soft taste of blueberry in each others mouths. The tender hold Graham has on Damon’s jaw. The raw, brightly glowing emotions are shared without a single word.
Damon pulls back first, breath coming out rapidly. His eyes flicker back up to Graham’s, who’s already staring at him.
”I’ll be with you forever, you know?” Graham asks, thumb running over Damon’s cheek in a pattern, trying to wipe away any sadness his lover might feel.
Damon nodded quickly. “I never doubted otherwise, for a second. Your my little star. My once in a life time. It’s weird sometimes, realizing how I’m so young yet already know the one who’s made for me. Together with them,” he smiles again, less sad this time.
Graham examines Damon’s face all over, looking for a twinge of uncharted emotion. Anything to tell him he was unhappy in this moment. His hands still cradling Damon’s jaw, and he moved it up to brush back some blonde stands of hair.
He hates it. Hates when Damon’s eyes get all puffy red, glazed with tears. It immediately makes him want to tear down any unforeseen enemy his boyfriend might be facing. It’s not nice to see him cry, in the slightest bit. It makes Graham go soft, dropping anything just to make him feel okay.
Still, he just got the confirmation he needed. Damon wanted to marry him too. After all this time, with those little thoughts in his head he figured would just be a dream—a wild thought, crazy. He’d carried around that promise ring for about a year now, wanting so desperately to be able to call Damon something more than boyfriend.
“You... do you accept my ring? Will you wear it?” Graham’s small voice asks, their faces still meres inches away. Damon swallows, nodding frantically.
“Love, you have no idea how bad I want to show it off. Show my love for you. Anyone asks, I’ll say I’m engaged,” he stops to smile, head probably filled with imaginativeness. “Wanna marry you so bad, Graham,” he reaches forward to kiss his cheek. He continues to place thoughtful kisses over Graham’s face. It spreads warmth all throughout him.
Graham reaches up to grab the boys face with both his hands, holding him affectionately as Damon kisses him all over. It makes his lip quiver for some reason, feeling way too loved right now. It was all too perfect, he was too happy. He’d refuse any other life he could even be given, if it meant not having Damon here constantly with him. They fit together, like two peas in a pod. Every luxury or artifact life could ever give him would mean nothing; nothing at all without Damon. The gorgeous, lovely, delicate, caring, sweet soul of a boy he was. His boy. His life partner. It’s like he couldn’t see properly without him. Couldn’t think with him, though. Cant think a single other thought as Damon’s eyes shine, looking into his as he kisses his jaw with tender lips, rubbing a thumb over Graham cheek, similar to the comforting touch Graham provided him earlier. Every single though in Graham’s brain is fried to a crisp, black burnt ashes left in his head. But the second Damon is near it seems those hazardous ashes turn to gold, filling him with a sense of opulence.
He breathes out, feeling like he can’t get as close to Damon as he wants. He needs more. He needs his hands and lips to be his only waking thought today, he wants to breathe his scent all day. “Come back to bed,” Graham lets out a husky whisper, close to the shell of Damon’s ear. The other boy nods, not quite slowing down the gentle kisses he places over Graham’s face though, like he can’t stop.
Graham shifts in his chair, pulling Damon by the face with him. Even then, he still can’t stop kissing him. It makes Graham’s insides feel bubbly. Their both standing up, Damon as close as could be to Graham, arms wrapped around him tightly and possessive kisses derived directly from his heart that make Graham go absolutely mad. He stays strong, guiding them back through the dining room, trying to remember where in the world their room was in this house because of the temporary fuzziness clouding his brain at the moment. Damon was kissing down his neck, pushing him back by his chest, like hell Graham could navigate them both while Damon was doing that.
He never really seemed to notice the affect he had on Graham.
Graham’s throat clogged up, breath hitching, stumbling over his own feet in one spot. Willing his eyes to flicker open, he places a hand on Damon’s waist. “Um.. gonna need you to stop doing that love, if you wanna make it to the room...” he warns. Damon pulls back from his neck, looking up at him with innocent eyes. His lips were red and his hair ruffled, breathing slightly ponderously. He gives a crooked smile. “Right, sorry,” he says hastily. Instead he pushes Graham back, grabbing him by a hand and clumsily running through the hall.
Graham chuckles behind him, keeping up with his pace through their flat. They stagger and teeter, but it doesn’t matter. Filled with urgency and benevolence, they knock into each other with a kiss just before their bedroom door, Graham drags him forward by the waist, grasping him so firmly Damon groans into his mouth, immediately embarrassed by it. Their lips languidly meet in a way that sends shivers down Graham’s spine, falling in love with the feeling all over again. He doesn’t want anything else, doesn’t want the feeling of the floor beneath his feet or the doorway behind his back, pressed into it by Damon who’s clinging to him with no intent of letting go. He just wants the feeling of Damon. He wants to let go, be driven into insanity by the touch he derives him. In his head, in his own word, completely taken over by the whimsical unreal feelings of Damon. Desperately, he pulls away from their kiss, trying to slowly guide Damon into their room. He whimpers at the loss of Graham’s lips, but he has little sympathy for him. Instead, he pulls him forward, sitting on the edge of the bed. Damon looks down at him for a second, before he takes the cue and pulls himself onto Graham’s lap, a leg on either side of him.
Graham looks up at him with baby-cow like eyes, grasping Damon’s wrists to pull his arms around his shoulders and neck, handing loosely. Leisurely, Damon leans his head down a tad to peck Graham’s lips, spurring a smile from them both.
”You know...” Graham starts, hands finding the sides of Damon’s waist, pulling him closer. “I’m starting to think your right. Maybe we should just stay here all day,” He affectionately nuzzles his cheek against Damons nose, kissing blindly at his face. Damon sighs happily, closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling of Graham.
”Mmm, see? Aren’t I always right baby?” He asks, a coy smile creeps on his lips. He definitely still stood in favor of that idea, for the record. Graham pulls back, meeting his eyes.
“Sure sure, fiance, “ Graham’s fingers reach lower, gripping Damon’s hip bones and batting his lashes at him. Damon groans.
”I love you too much sometimes, you know?” He dives forward then, pushing Graham down on his back and climbs over him. He cuddles into him, face hovering just over Graham’s as they both just stare. Pretty, Damon almost mumbles out, far over in his head.
Graham lovingly grasps his cheek, pulling him forward. “I think you love me just the right amount,” he says. His hands went on autopilot, touching Damon in ways nobody else could. A simple touch on the back of his ribs wouldn’t spark such a strong reaction as it did when Graham touched him there, fluttering fingers playing on his back. Or the way a hand massaged strongly at the base of his waist, the side of his hips. It drove Graham crazy knowing he had the privilege to do that, privilege to know just what made Damon let go.
”Wanna kiss you all day,” Damon stated, reaching down to do the exact thing. Every time his lips left Graham’s he’d be drawn back down, wether being by himself or by his needy boyfriend. Either way he didn’t complain. Graham kissed his neck, so incredibly softly. Like everything he cared about in that moment was Damon’s delicate skin and peppering those damn lovely lips all over it.
”Pretty boy,” he quietly mumbled out against Damon’s neck, making the boy shudder above him. He felt lazy, tired, drowsy. He just wanted to waste the day away here with Graham, where he didn’t need to have energy to kiss him. Just the soft press of lips or brush of a hand against each other was enough, always was.
”Stay, hm?” Graham asked, looking up at Damon once again, feeling fatigued as well. Damon nodded, resting his head on Graham’s chest. It was perfect, Graham stroking his hair, hands and limbs tangled together. He wished every day could be like this, though usually they were. Spending days with someone you love this much are ones to savor. He felt like his life was in slow motion ever since he started life with Graham. And, he hasn’t looked back. Didn’t look forward even.
Because now, he chose to take in the moment, all that mattered being his boyfriend, fiancé, life partner. His forever. His home.