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As the first rays of sunshine seeped through the curtains hanging in front of his windows, Laios’ consciousness was still floating somewhere in the ethereal, hazy, feathery light dimension of his dreams, a wonderful place, limited only by his own vivid imagination, that allowed him to shed his hopelessly boring and pathetically weak human body and instead embody whatever form he pleased. Sometimes he would become a wolf-man, prowling through the woods along with his wolf-man pack, enjoying the feeling of being a part of something much bigger than himself, a living breathing organism with many legs moving in a single rhythm, many hearts beating as one, many pairs of eyes fixed on the same goal. Other times, he would end up as some kind of marine creature, a merman or a fishman, or maybe a kappa, and he would delight in his ability to see and breathe underwater, and to withstand the pressure without exploding to pieces. Out of all the possible scenarios, he probably liked flying the most. Obviously, flying was associated with some of the coolest creatures in the world: birds, insects, pterosaurs, dragons (!), griffins, harpies, sirens... even bats and flying squirrels were pretty fun, though the latter were technically gliding, not flying – it sure as hell was better than what a human body was capable of, which amounted to jumping and falling. Laios knew about the existence of planes, of course, but for his purposes, they didn't really count, since it was more like riding something that could fly, rather than being able to fly himself.
As a young lad, he would spend much of his time daydreaming about being able to grow wings and fly away from the village, never to return. Ideally, Falin would unlock that ability around the same time as him so that they could leave together – otherwise, he would have to carry her along the way, which would definitely make navigation tricky, not to mention that the extra weight could prevent him from being able to take off in the first place. Not wanting to leave her behind, he put serious thought into the logistics of this part of his plan, but unfortunately kept coming up short. In the end, it didn't really matter, as both he and Falin ended up leaving by totally different means, but a part of Laios still yearned for the ability to fly, just to know what it was like. He could bet that it would feel absolutely amazing to soar through the skies, occasionally looking down at the world below just to remind himself how far away he was from all the human problems. It would make travel way easier, faster and cheaper, too. If he wanted to go somewhere, he could just fly there, and make it back before anybody would notice his absence. This, obviously, only worked under the assumption that he wouldn't get hopelessly lost along the way, but he wanted to believe that the ability to fly would come with an improved sense of navigation. After all, migrating birds always knew where they were supposed to go, and they sure as hell didn't have maps or compasses.
Dreams, unrestrained by the laws that governed the material world, allowed him to live out this fantasy precisely the way he'd imagined. Laios spent the whole night soaring, flying, gliding, doing barrel rolls, and sometimes simply floating listlessly, carried forward by the wind, and the best part was that none of those things left him tired at all, since he wasn't using his physical body. It was pretty awesome. He only wished that he could see his wings. He knew that they were there, attached to his back as wings should be, but he had a feeling, the kind of unshaken certainty that one can have in a dream, that if he looked over his shoulder to check them out, he would instantly plunge to his death and wake up in his own bed, which didn't sound pleasant at all. Obviously, he would have to come down sooner or later, but he would prefer to do it in a less viscerally terrifying way.
It was too bad, really. He at least wanted to know what kind of wings they were, more bird-like or insectoid, or maybe the fleshy kind that bats have... ah, but then they would probably be where his arms were, right? After all, bat wings were just super deformed hands. Without a second thought, Laios attempted to look at his hands, and immediately felt himself start to come down, as if the force of gravity had just remembered that it was supposed to affect him. Ah, shoot! Laios clicked his tongue. Well, there it was. In a sense, he knew that this was going to happen. There was something about this in Greek mythology, wasn't there? About looking over your shoulder when you weren't supposed to. And also about wings and falling to one's death.He was pretty sure that those were two separate stories, but the way they combined in his head made perfect sense.
The vast blue ocean stretched below him, rapidly getting closer as he gained momentum. Of course there would be an ocean, Laios thought miserably. There was an ocean in the original story, wasn't there? Anyway, he was pretty screwed, huh? Maybe if he was lucky, he wouldn't actually wake up as soon as he hit the water. Maybe he would simply get to continue the dream as a merman, which was still pretty cool. When it really came down to it, flying wasn't all that different from swimming. Sighing hopelessly, Laios squeezed his eyes shut and braced himself for impact...
A moment later, his eyes shot wide open and he took a deep breath, which, if he were really underwater, would surely cause him to drown instantly. Of course, he wasn't actually underwater, and he was no longer dreaming – or so it seemed. He squinted and batted his eyelashes while he waited for his vision to adjust to the dim light inside the bedroom. Without moving his head, he shifted his gaze between the window, the desk, the door, and finally the night light directly above his head, and let out a sigh of relief and disappointment. Yep, he was definitely back in his room. There was no way that he was going to fall back asleep now, so he might as well start the day.
He tried to move his head, and found that he couldn't, because something was holding him in a strange kind of headlock. Huh. Maybe it was still a dream, after all? Or else he must have gotten tangled up in something in his sleep. What could it be, though...? Laios' heart pounded in his chest as he bravely looked down, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he identified Kabru's arms. Of course! Kabru slept in his bed last night! Everything made sense now. The last thing Laios could remember before he lost consciousness were Kabru's arms wrapped around him, lulling him into a sense of comfort and security. Evidently, he must have continued to hold on to him throughout the night while he slept, which was pretty cute. Kabru didn't seem like someone who got a lot of sleep. Maybe it helped him to have another person to cling onto, like a huge teddy bear (if only Laios was as fuzzy as a real bear...! well, it worked well enough for Kabru, and that was all that mattered).
However touched Laios was by Kabru's affectionate and trusting sleeping form, though, a part of him couldn't help but wish that he held him just a little less tightly, or at least in a way that was the slightest bit less suffocating. One of Kabru's arms was wrapped around his neck, his hand resting against Laios' shoulder, while the other reached past his armpit and wrapped around his chest, his hand clasped over his heart as if he intended to rip it out with his bare hands. Now that Laios thought about it this way, even that sounded kind of cute. He would totally let Kabru hold his heart in his hand if he wanted. It would probably feel pretty good, too, so long as he didn't squeeze it too hard. Kabru's face was buried in the short hair on the back of Laios' head, tilted slightly to allow him to breathe through his nose. His chest was pressed against Laios' upper back, his hard nipples poking him in a way that, once he noticed it, was pretty hard to ignore – as was his pubic mound pressed against Laios' butt. One of Kabru's legs was thrown over Laios' hip, his foot resting on the bed dangerously close to his groin, while the other, bent at the knee (which was pressing a sensitive spot between his thighs), was caught between his legs.
Having assessed the situation, Laios briefly wondered if it would be possible to move without disturbing Kabru's sleep in some way, and, having determined that it wasn't worth the risk, decided that he was simply going to stay put for now. It wasn't as if he had anything better to do, or anywhere else to be, although, depending on how long it would take for Kabru to wake up, he might have to use the toilet at some point, which could prove pretty problematic if he couldn't get out of bed. Well, he would cross that bridge when he'd get to it. For now, he might as well enjoy the position he found himself in. With that thought in mind, he allowed his body to relax.
He and Kabru had been together for a week now, and this was their third time sleeping together, which felt like a lot, and not that much at the same time. The reason it felt like a lot was that Laios simply wasn't expecting to ever get this far, not just with Kabru, but with anybody at all. It was still a little hard to believe that Kabru willingly asked him out, that he enjoyed kissing him as much as he seemed to, that he really was as attracted to him as he said, and that he wasn't turned off by any of the things he'd done since they'd become intimate. It wasn't that he thought Kabru was dishonest. Kabru was a very trustworthy guy, and he went out of his way to tell Laios exactly how he felt. It was more so the fact that those kinds of things simply didn't happen to Laios very often, and it was pretty hard to adjust to the idea that they would become a regular thing he would have to get used to. Kabru was his boyfriend not just for one amazing, miraculous night that would be erased from both of their memories when the regret set in (on Kabru's side, obviously), but for ever. Theoretically, at least. Which was pretty awesome, but also a little overwhelming for a man who resigned himself to the idea that he would spend the rest of his life alone because he lacked a single trait that would be appealing to anybody, and never considered that he could be proven wrong.
On the other hand, a week wasn't a long time at all, and they didn't really see each other that often, all things considered. Kabru was a pretty busy guy. Obviously, Laios wasn't going to hold that against him, but he at least wished that he could sleep over a little more often. There wasn't really any reason not to. For one, Laios lived a lot closer to the campus than Kabru did, so he would save some time there, meaning that he could sleep in for a little while longer. Laios would also make him something to eat before bed, and obviously they'd eat breakfast together, which was pretty nice, too. Really, there was just one downside, being that every time Kabru slept over, there was a small chance that Shuro would catch on to what they were doing, and they'd have to come clean. Obviously, the problem would cease to exist if they just told him about it, but Kabru didn't want to, and he must've had his reasons – maybe he picked up on something Laios didn't. Either way, this was probably the reason why. Worst case scenario, they would have to wait until June for Shuro to move out, allowing Kabru to move in for real. June was two months away, which wasn't a long time, but would feel like an eternity if he spent it waiting for things to change.
Kabru took a sharp inhale, his fingers curling against Laios' chest, giving him goosebumps when his fingernails grazed the sensitive skin. Laios looked down at his hand with certain curiosity, and attempted to glance back over his shoulder at Kabru's face, but of course he couldn't move his head without risking disturbing Kabru... – hey, didn't this kind of thing already happen to him earlier this morning? Was his dream prophetic, in a roundabout way? Well, hopefully not. While he wasn't as high in the air as he was in the dream, his bed was slightly elevated, and he knew from experience that accidentally falling off it would definitely hurt a little – for real this time. Just in case, he remained perfectly still, subconsciously holding his breath.
Something poked the back of his head – Kabru's nose, probably – and a gust of warm air tickled the nape of his neck as Kabru exhaled through his mouth, making him shudder. Kabru's fingers uncurled and curled again, and finally his hand began to move across Laios' chest, groping around with his gentle fingertips. His other hand, the one that had been wrapped around Laios' neck, now rested atop his collarbone. Laios bit his bottom lip and let out a huff, feeling blood rush to his cheek. Kabru's hands had the magical quality of making him hopelessly, unbearably aroused as soon as they touched him anywhere, doubly so if it was one of the many sensitive zones on his body. Sometimes he wasn't quite sure if the way Kabru touched him would count as sexual or not (well, effectively it was, looking at the results), but it was always very appreciative and tender, which was another thing he would have to get used to. Not only didn't Kabru want to hurt him (which was strange enough on its own), but he seemed to want to make him feel good, too. As far as Laios was concerned, Kabru could do whatever he wanted with his body.
Kabru's hand moved down onto his stomach, and began to gently pat and knead it. His other hand began to move up towards his throat. Laios involuntarily gasped when his thumb brushed over his Adam's apple. Kabru's foot slightly shifted its position so that his instep was now nearly touching Laios' groin, and, from the other side, the knee pressed a little harder between his thighs. By then, Laios probably should have realised that Kabru definitely wasn't asleep anymore, but the variety of pleasurable stimuli overwhelmed him so thoroughly that whatever thought he may have had disappeared in a blissful haze. That was why, when Kabru leaned in and whispered “Good morning, handsome,” directly into his ear, the only response he could offer was a heavy, contented sigh that came out of his gaping mouth as he leaned against Kabru, shaken by a shudder of pleasure. Kabru regarded him with unabashed amusement, grinning from ear to ear, and poked his nose. “Well, then! I see that you're already in the right mood,” he remarked playfully.
Laios gave a weak nod, and gulped loudly. “Good morning, handsome,” he managed to blurt out, tilting his head slightly to glimpse Kabru's smiling profile. “How long have you been awake?” he asked with a hint of suspicion, and promptly shook his head. “Ah, no, never mind. It doesn't really matter. What I wanted to ask is, did you sleep well? I had a dream about flying. It was pretty nice, until I fell,” he went on, furrowing his brow. “But I didn't mind it so much when I realised that you were here,” he said, and realised that he really meant it. “You were holding me all night.”
“Well, of course!” Kabru chuckled, pressing a kiss to the shell of his ear. “The nights I spend by your side are the best ones I've ever had, and given that you are the common denominator, I'm inclined to believe that it's all thanks to you. I would be a fool to let you go even for a moment. To be honest, I'm debating whether I should release you now,” he added with a subtle note of provocation in his voice while his arms wrapped tightly around Laios' waist.
“I don't mind if you do or don't,” Laios said, glancing towards the door, “but I'm probably gonna have to go to the bathroom pretty soon, so I guess it's up to you if you'd rather stay like this and have me pee on you, or go there with me.” As soon as the words left his mouth, he realised that both options actually sounded pretty appealing. Especially the second one, on account of the possibility that Kabru would want to hold his penis while he peed. Obviously, if they went with the first one, he would have to change the bedsheets and stuff, which would be pretty annoying, but if they waited until next time, maybe he could find some kind of protective cover...
Kabru laughed softly, slightly loosening his grip. “We'll see about that,” he said vaguely, and fell silent for a moment, looking off to the side. His hands ran up and down Laios' belly, occasionally stopping to squeeze the doughy flesh. Suddenly he tilted his head to look at Laios' face, a mysterious smile dancing on his lips. “Today is the day,” he prompted even more vaguely, sending Laios a wink. “How are you feeling? Excited? Nervous?” he pressed, waggling his eyebrows.
Laios cocked his head quizzically. “What are you...?” Suddenly his face lit up with realisation. “Oh, yeah, that!” Today was the day that he and Kabru were going to have sex. Not the hand and mouth stuff they'd been doing until now, which, frankly, he still wasn't sure how to classify, but the real deal, so to say, with him on the receiving end and Kabru using a prosthetic. He'd been looking forward to it for so long that he totally forgot that the fateful day had arrived. As for how he was feeling... Well, obviously he was excited. Trying new things was always fun, and it sounded especially fun to do things with Kabru. That said, he couldn't help but be a little nervous, too, mostly because he remembered that he would have to prepare in advance. Kabru left him written instructions, which made things a little easier, but he didn't trust himself not to mess up somehow. He didn't really want to admit that to Kabru, though. He had to play it cool. “Oh, I totally can't wait! It's gonna be really fun, I bet. What about you?” he enquired smoothly.
“Me? Ah, well...” Kabru averted his gaze, wearing a vague smile. “Of course, I'm also pretty excited, but I have to admit that I may be experiencing some performance anxiety. After all, I've never done anything like this before. To be honest,” he went on softly, drawing nonsense shapes on Laios' body with his index finger, “I'm really glad to be doing this with you.” He turned to Laios again, resting his cheek against his temple. “Um... Tell me, is there something in particular you would like me to do? Anything extra? A role you would like me to play, or a prop you would like me to bring, anything like that... Within reason, of course,” he added emphatically. “I would like to know these things in advance so that I can come in with the right approach, you understand.”
“Roleplay, huh...?” Laios murmured thoughtfully with a curious twinkle in his eye, his thoughts wandering through the depths of his psyche. He had ideas, plenty of them, but he seriously doubted that Kabru would be fine with any of them. Either way, they should probably start with something simpler before they could work their way up to werewolf roleplay, and even then, he wasn't really counting on it. “I dunno... Not really,” he mumbled uncertainly under his breath, stroking his chin with his index finger. Unless... “Would you ever be rough with me?”
“Huh?” Kabru's eyes shot wide open. “Oh, no, of course not! I wouldn't dream of it!” he assured, lightly shaking his head, his cheek rubbing against Laios'. “I assure you that I'm going to be very gentle,” he went on, his hand reaching for Laios' heart, as if to shield it. “Not in a way that would be emasculating, of course,” he added quickly. “I'm not under the impression that you're exceptionally delicate. I simply have no desire to treat you roughly, especially given the risk of injury. Unless,” he murmured, furrowing his brow, his eyes narrowing at Laios' face, “you mean to ask if I would treat you roughly if you asked me to. In that case...” he visibly hesitated, “I... don't know that I would be able to. I'm sorry if that's disappointing to hear. I suppose I could try...”
Laios dismissively waved his hand. “Ah, no, don't worry about it. I was just wondering,” he said, feeling strangely happy. It was good to know that Kabru was so resistant to hurting him that he wouldn't even do it in play, even if it meant that he definitely wouldn't like any of Laios' ideas. “You don't have to do anything special. We'll figure it out as we go along, like we always do. I'm just happy to be doing stuff with you.” He paused for a moment. “Actually, I guess there's something. It's nothing big, though...” He cleared his throat, feeling his cheeks grow warm. “If you could hold me, like you're doing right now... That would be really nice.”
Kabru laughed softly, pressing a kiss to Laios' temple. “Of course. As I said, I would be a fool to let you go,” he hummed, squeezing him tight, tight, tight.