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The light of dawn glimmered gold over the ocean ripples like a thin coating of gilded paint. Lithian sat at the edge of his shared mattress, one leg tucked beneath him and the other hanging loose over the lip, toes to the varnished wooden floors below and his eyes on the morning. He’d risen early, as per habit, and spread the two doors and curtains that opened out onto their deck, and the ocean beyond. Said curtains now caught the warm, incoming gusts like lacy sails, and behind him, Casseth lay sprawled on his portion of the mattress: fast asleep as was his custom, with the sheets tangled loosely between his legs. Wholly unappreciative of the intricacies of morning and its soft, salty sea breezes.

Lithian glanced over his shoulder to eye his lover, gaze tracing the familiar dips and rises — the knots of dark muscle and swaths of coarse, burnished gold scales, the mismatched tattoos on his back and the dusty blonde spread of his hair — and he smiled.

Spurned half by the sort of inspiration that tends to fill most men in the earlier hours upon waking and half by a simple want for contact, he shifted across the mattress, moving over to lean close, and dip down. He pressed a kiss to Casseth’s bicep, to his shoulder, to the niche where his clavicle met his throat and then up. Arranging himself and encouraging Casseth’s sleeping body over onto his back, Lithian settled atop his lover’s hips, curled his toes, and leaned in, hair spilling loose over Casseth’s chest as he caught him in a soft, open, and encouraging kiss.

“Casseth…” he murmured against Cas’ mouth, nibbling at his lips as he went, “…it’s morning…” He let his kisses shift and slip, trailing down the edge of Cas’ jawline and up to start tracing the shape of his ear. “I’m lonely…and bored…” Catching to tip of Cas’ ear between his lips, his smile spread, eyes dancing with amusement though Casseth was not likely conscious enough yet to notice it even if he could have seen it. “We should go fishing.”

Lithian shivered, lashes flitting low as Cas pinned him and pulse thrumming in his wrists, eager and responsive. He lifted his hips.

“I—ah…” Swallowing and notching his legs a fraction wider to better accommodate Cas as he ground upwards, he nodded. “That was…the idea, but my legs are always open — to, er…other suggestions, if you were feeling like back—” His lashes fell shut at the n** of Casseth’s teeth, own lip disappearing between his as he did. “Mm…backing out. Or my mouth. It’d happily—mmm…” Catching Cas in a kiss, Lithian trailed off, briefly, before continuing. “I’m sure it could find a way to entertain us both…and you wouldn’t want me to fall out of practice, you know…I might forget how.”

Lithian hummed, pulse taking a happy hop at the suggestion of being re-‘taught’ how to perform some now very familiar techniques, his cheeks warming to a pleasant flush while the rest of his blood pooled notably lower. Then—

Casseth was pulling way.

Lithian whined, arching at first into the space Casseth vacated and then degrading into garbled fussing against the sheets. As Casseth moved to the edge of the bed and sat, Lithian’s gaze trailed down, down and lingered stubbornly on his backside until he glanced back around at him. Lithian curbed the urge to pout — only half managing not to — and hummed disgruntledly.

“Yes,” he murmured, “…fishing…fun.” Then, with a shake of the head he pushed upwards, leaned over to press a fleeting kiss to the small of Cas’ back before slipping off the bed and moving to fetch his clothes. After selecting a loose, comfortable set of slacks and pulling into them, he reached for his brush. “It has been a while,” he admitted, smiling in spite of himself as the disappointment of his lack of prospects for the morning shifted into genuine thoughts of activities for the day. His fingers moved instinctively through his hair, taming it into braids after he finished brushing. “Maybe we can discuss some other activities, if you’re planning on holding out for a while…something to distract the both of us so we can enjoy ourselves.”

“Mmmm…ah—breakfast,” Lithian said, words airy and half breathless as he leaned back into Casseth’s hold. Lacing their fingers together, he smiled and leaned around just enough to catch his intended in a kiss. “I love you. Come.” He kissed his cheek. “You can help me prep something.”

Together, they did. Cooking had never been a distinct skill set of Lithian’s, but he’d found that living on his own with another — separate from family and without any servants to tend to such things — it became a necessary learning experience, and between the two of them, somehow, they managed. After a simple but filling breakfast, the two set out into the water and the miniature earthen ‘island’ Casseth had created out there, relaxing on the rock and ‘fishing’ — a process which, for the most part, involved Lithian finding and lifting several unfortunate fish up from the body of the ocean and onto their tanning rock.

As one such ill-fated fish flopped about atop the rock, Lithian glanced over to eye his companion. “You know I would like to travel with you…or do something simpler, in the area. Find a festival and go dancing, or a place that serves better food than we do and enjoy a meal out…something with just us.”