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Home.
Coming home.
Coming home after a long day in the studio was heaven.
His dog waiting for him. Food on the table made by his lover. His lover sitting next to the table, asleep on his/her arms. Waiting for him.
Waiting for him to come back, come back home to him/her.
He loved those days.
Loved them because his lover would be home, home to greet him, home to let him love him/her.
His dog came on to him, licked his hand when he bent down to greet it. Let him pet it and let him show it that he loved it. That he loved it even though he has a lover now. That it doesn’t have to be jealous of his lover. That it was just fine.
He went over to the table. Looked down at his lover and stroked over his/her soft hair. Bent down and kissed his/her temple.
Then he went over to the microwave, opened the door and sneaked a look inside. Hmm, curry with rice. He loved it.
He switched the microwave on, went to sit on his couch in the living-room, watching TV, finding nothing interesting, switching it off. Went back into the kitchen and saw that his pet’s food was pretty much empty. Refilled it and renewed the water, his pet coming and feeding. Watching it. Looking back at the table when he heard a sigh.
Had his lover woken up? No, he/she hadn’t. Good. He didn’t want for him/her to wake up. He had seen the lines on his/her face, known he/she had a hard day at work behind him/her. Knowing that his lover needed the sleep, needed to not be woken up.
The microwave started beeping. Showing him his dinner was ready. He quickly went over and opened the door to stop the beeping, to not let his lover wake up.
Took his food and sat at the table. Dug in. It was great, great like everything his lover cooked. Hummed happily and devoured everything. After he was done he stood up and washed his plated, put it back in the cupboard, bent down to scratch his pet behind its ear, loving on it.
Picked his pets empty plate up and washed it, then put it in the sink to let it dry.
Went to the table and picked his lover up, careful not to wake him/her, switched the lights off on his way to the bedroom. Opened the door with his elbow. Didn’t switch the light on, the shine of the moon through the window enough for him to be able to see. Laid his lover on his bed, careful not to wake him/her. Tugged him/her under the cover. Kissed him/her on the cheek.
He went into the bathroom, took of his clothed, switched the shower on, let the water run warm, stood under it, let it wash the hard and tiring day off of him. Shampooed his hair, rinsed it out and switched the shower off. Got out and took a towel to dry off.
Went back into his bedroom, his hair dripping on his shoulders, the water sliding over his shoulders, down over his back and chest into the towel around his waist.
Bent down to discard his clothes into the clothes basket. Heard the sheets rustle: His lover had woken up.
“Hey”, the voice scratchy from sleeping. “I’m sorry I wasn’t awake when you came back.”
“Hey, you”, he smiled, “it’s not your fault. And you had a hard day so I didn’t want to wake you up.” Walked over to him/her, sat down next to him/her, took the hand that was held out to him, bent down and kissed it, let his tongue run over the fingers, enjoying the soft laugh. The fingers slipped out of his grasp and tangled in his wet hair, he was pulled towards his lover, a soft kiss set on his lips.
He opened his lips and prodded the other’s lips with his tongue, coaxed them to open for him. A sigh escaped out of his lovers mouth into his when he pried it open. Swept his tongue through it, moaned at the sweet taste, let his tongue dance with his lovers. Let his lover’s tongue sweep into his mouth, let it discover it and taste him, his meal, the lovely curry and rice that was prepared for him.
“Mmhmm, did you eat all of it?” A soft sound was heard when their lips separated. His/her breath stroking his face, soft on it.
“Yes, it was delicious.” He licked his/her lips. “Thank you.”
“For you, always.” An open-mouthed kiss was placed on his mouth and he let it open so that it could be explored again. The hand in his hair became two and he was tugged down, tugged on top of his lover. He let his fingers run over the features of him/her and then over his/her blanket-covered form, enjoying the soft body-outlines, letting his weight rest on him/her, careful not to crush him/her.
A giggle escaped into his mouth and then a soft sigh when his hands slipped under the covers. He leaned away from his lover, tugged the blanket down, his fingers working idly to discard his lovers clothes, a laugh reaching his ears when he couldn’t open the buttons of the shirt, fingers stopping his own, prying them away to let his lovers do the work, helping him.
He quickly took care of the rest and threw them to the floor, not caring where they would land, just wanting to feel his lovers skin, the bare, soft skin.
He let his fingers run over the bare skin, enjoying its feel, loving the moan that escaped him/her when he pinched his/her nipples. Latched onto his/her neck, sucking on the skin, making a hickey, placing it so that it could only be covered by a scarf, not caring that it was to warm for one, that everyone could see his mark, that everyone knew he/she was owned, owned by him. Him, only him.
One hand in his hair slid over his shoulders, letting go, the other tightening its grip in his hair when he left the hickey, nails scratching over his shoulders leaving red marks. They would remind him in the morning that he wasn’t alone anymore, that there was someone waiting for him at home when he got back from a long day, letting him love him/her.
He let his fingers run down, over his lovers hips, discovering his/her arousal. Let the tingle it left under his skin, run through his whole body, letting it tell him he was desired, he was able to make somebody aroused, letting him know he was loved. He coaxed a moan out of his lovers mouth when he touched his/her arousal. Felt a hand run down his body, feeling it get closer to his own arousal, moaning softly when it reached it and stroked it once.
He laughed when his/her body squirmed under him, wanting him, not able to wait anymore. Reached out and grabbed a bottle on the night stand, prepared his lover, rolling a condom over his arousal, sighing at the hot feeling of his lover around him. Thrusting slowly in and out, setting a rhythm, enjoying the soft sounds that he/she made. Loving the gasps when he thrust against his/her sweet spot . Thrusting quicker when he could feel himself reaching his orgasm, reaching down to help his lover, feeling the hand on his shoulder tighten its grip, nails digging into the skin, feeling the hand in his hair tighten its grip, too, as he/she reached his/her orgasm. Letting the tight, hot walls around his arousal coax his own orgasm, letting it wash over him, filling the condom with his seed, thrusting, not stopping until he could only feel a deep tingle under his skin, hearing the moans of his lover, collapsing on him/her when his arms couldn’t hold him up anymore.
His lover pressed a soft kiss to his temple, reaching over him, grabbing the blanket, pulling it over them. He slowly slipped out of his lover, feeling the sigh against his lips, pressing a kiss against them, discarding the condom into a waste bin next to the bed, sinking back down, tugging the sheets over him and his lover, pulling him/her into his arms, feeling him/her snuggling closer, his/her breath getting slower, falling asleep. He let the sounds of his sleeping lover lull him to close his eyes, letting sleep catch him and letting it wrap its arms around him, not caring that he didn’t set his alarm clock and would be late to work tomorrow, having to handle a fuming Kai because he was late, again.
Not caring about anything, just knowing that he was home, truly home in his bed, holding him/her.
Coming home after a long day was wonderful, especially if somebody was waiting for you at home.
Waiting for you to come back home.
Home.
A/N: I wrote this already yesterday but my internetconnection died so I couldn't post it. T_T Stupid internetconnection!!
And this was inspired by a conversation I had with sorrowofanangel on Wednesday. :D
Well, I hope you liked this and if you did please, please leave a comment. They make me happy, just like a lot of other writers, and motivate me to write more. (^o^)
Thank you for reading!!!