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Cyr yawns, waking up and stretching around the heavy limbs surrounding his waist. He has to pull several long black hairs from his mouth. Turning, Cyr faces his lover. His beautiful Kos sleeps soundly, face soft and open even as his hair plays wildly across their bed. Cyr smiles. Kos is so pretty like this.
“Cyrus, Darling.” Em calls from the kitchen where he’s preparing something that smells delicious. “Would you mind waking our dearest? Your breakfast is almost ready.”
Oh? Well, they can’t possibly let Kos miss Em’s cooking. Cyr smirks, brushing a few strands of that silky smooth hair out of Kos’ face before leaning down for a kiss. “Kos? Wake up before I kiss you more.” He waits all of three seconds before deciding the next place to lay his kisses.
Cyr gets to kiss thirty seven before Kos grumbles and pushes him off. “Come on, breakfast is ready.” Kos rubs at his eyes, pushing himself up.
“Shouldn’t have let you talk me into sleeping without fixing my hair.” It’s cute how much he grumbles.
“I’ll fix it for you after we eat, come on.” Kos smiles at him, taking his hand and following to find what delicious meal Em’s cooked up for them today.
Cyr stares at his quarry, wondering where to start. Most of it’s only mildly tangled, but there’s this one specific knot sitting between Kos’ shoulder blades that’s going to be a lot harder to get out. It’ll take time, but he can do it! Especially with Jim’s help.
“Help?” Jim asks. Cyr smiles, patting Jim’s head. “Help!” Jim wraps around his arm, shadowed tendrils extending from the tips of his fingers. They can do this!
Setting to work, he settles into the routine with a soft smile and plenty of patience. Its a comfort, both to him, and his lover. Jim helps with the tougher knots and tangles, ensuring they didn’t pull too badly.
Finally, they’re left with those long soft locks flowing freely. “Hey, you mind if I try something?” He has a specific hairstyle he’s always wanted to see Kos wearing and with all the practice he’s been able to do with Jim it should be a peace of cake.
“You can.” Kos smirks. “For a kiss.” Cyr smiles, taking him up on the offer. It’s a pleasant enough price for making his boyfriend even hotter. As soon as Kos releases his lips, Cyr sets to work. With Jim’s help they separate Kos’ hair so they can weave together the braid Cyr sees in his mind.
In a matter of minutes, they have a chunky, mostly straight, only slightly wonky braid running down Kos’ back. They just have to tie it off and they’ll be good! Jim shifts beside him, morphing and changing until he’s flowing over the end of the braid. A few moments later, and Jim slides back, revealing a series of small bones keeping everything held in place, as well as a scapula hanging off the end imitating.
“You sure?” Jim’s not even given Cyr one of his precious bones. Jim just nods, humming happily before slipping into the shadows below his feet. “All done.” Cyr steals a quick kiss before backing off to let Kos admire their work. He was right, it's hot as fuck.
A few moments pass, then a few more. It’s nearly a minute before Kos turns back to him with a smile. “It’s perfect, Kadan.” Those big strong arms wrap around him. “And I love Jim’s gift, too.” Cyr earns a much longer kiss for his efforts.