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☆ placing shoulder kisses while they sleep for Siavash and Woljif? 🥺

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He woke to the weight of a tail draped over his right shin and instantly his eyes sprang open.

Woljif.

Soft breathing, a glow of warmth close by his side.

He was really here. It wasn’t another daydream.

Woljif had accepted the invitation to come up to the Citadel that evening looking very sharp indeed in a silk shirt and black calfskin trousers, bearing a bottle whose intention was written as clear as Côtes d’Andoshen on the label: it was time. They’d danced around one another long enough.

His confession, so awkward and sincere, fully expected to fail yet with that little spark of unquenchable hope in those golden eyes—irresistible.

That trembling first kiss.

And now here he was, sleeping by his side, stretched out on his stomach with both arms folded under the pillow and curls spilling over his forehead.

Siavash felt his heart light up like the sun.

From the black rectangle of the small Citadel window and the burnt-out fire in the hearth he guessed it must be the small hours. Too dark to see more than the outline of his partner in crime. Eagerly he reached out and touched the candle on the nightstand, with a whispered word breathing a soft magic glow into the wax so that he could now admire the curve of his horn and the angle of his jaw, his clever arched brows, thick lashes and parted lips.

Lips he recalled the taste of and hungered for now more than ever.

He was too excited to fall back to sleep. He wanted to wake him and kiss him again, make love to him, sit up and talk and laugh, seize his hand and go out into the night city and roam the rooftops, or ride up to the ridge at the Court of the Lark and eat wild raspberries and tell stories sitting on the edge looking out over the Worldwound.

It was tempting. His hand hovered and pulled back.

Let him sleep.

Restlessly, Siavash propped himself with a pillow under his armpit. He couldn’t stop smiling.

It had been too long since he had someone to hold. Since he had this feeling like his heart could soar, a powerful fondness that made his arms ache and his stomach tickle like it was full of the Elysian butterflies that had begun flickering about him more and more often these days. Since he’d felt like himself.

I’ve done enough penance over Kristov. I’m ready. Right?

Lady Dreamer, you put him in my path just when I needed him. I promise I won’t mess this up this time.

The impulse overcame him. He leaned over and softly pressed his lips to the puckered hill of Woljif’s shoulder.

No response. I should let him sleep.

Gently he wriggled closer and placed another kiss farther up toward his neck. Woljif’s mouth closed and he breathed a sigh out through his nose, but did not awaken.

Another kiss farther up the slope of his neck. He brushed aside the curls to place another and another. Under the curve of his horn he could just reach an earlobe. He couldn’t resist slipping his fingers into the curls at his nape and massaging very lightly as he nibbled his ear. The sweet glow of arousal flared in his loins.

“Mmh,” Woljif sighed. His tail twitched and slithered over his leg.

Siavash snuggled even closer.

Eventually he became aware Woljif was awake and lying very still under a torrent of kisses and caresses.

“Sorry.” He drew back. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

Woljif lifted his head and blinked one sleepy gold eye his way. “Yeah, right. Yes you did.”

“All right, I did.”

There was a long moment when Woljif seemed to be deciding how to handle this. Or trying to work out how such things were meant to be handled.

“Better get back to it, then. I’m still sleepy.”

Siavash laughed softly into his neck and got back to it.

#thanks for the prompt!!#dmagedgoods #siavash x woljif #my writing

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