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Sasha Scala (36) Russian, dancer, happily married. Prone to sunburn. Won't agree to dates on the beach without the promise of factor 50, but will gladly hold your hand over a coffee.

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Good. It'd be appalling to ignore such a heartfelt plea.

[ as enticing and absolutely wonderful as the bed sheets are, sasha can only marvel at them for so long before konstantin thoroughly distracts him. shuddering slightly, sasha utters a very soft noise that's between a gasp and a yelp. though the instinct is, of course, to turn and make accusatory faces at konstantin, sasha keeps his eyes forward, on the bears, biting at his lower lip briefly. ]

Do that again.

[ his hand is all that moves, snaking in konstantin's direction to curl into the hem of his shirt, ready to give it a(n extremely feeble) tug if his polite request is denied or ignored. it better not be. ]

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Hm?

[ Konstantin presses the tip of his nose into Sasha's cheek briefly, a kiss there, a kiss lower, and again lower on the angle of his jaw. ]

Do what again?

[ He bites again, softer, lingering. You mean this? He knows precisely what Sasha means, nipping a little sharper in a keen line down from that place at his jaw, once beneath his ear, another just beside his pulse. Three quick pinches of teeth as he winds an arm around him and pulls him closer. ]

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[ sighing, sasha slumps slightly as his heart endeavours to beat that little bit faster, despite its overall sluggishness. he crinkles his nose a moment, screwing his eyes tightly shut as if he's forcibly trying to blink away his near constant sleepiness. ]

That. And that, and that.

[ there is zero resistance to the way that konstantin pulls him closer. ]

Mmnph.

[ emphatic approval, in other words. sasha lifts his hand to brush his fingers against konstantin's cheek, down towards his jaw. ghosting at the corner of his mouth. ]

[atmospheric]

[ Konstantin tells himself that he should leave Sasha be to his rest, that instead of egging him on, he should be coaxing him into relaxation. But here he is, delivering the softest of bites to his throat, feeling the way his cool fingertips brush his cheek, touching his jaw, brushing his lips.

He opens up for his finger, warm tongue, gentle teeth, turning to bite softly on the knuckle of his finger almost playfully.

Still holding fast to him, he brings them all the way down to the bed again, keeping his arm fast around him as he winds a leg around him, rather determined to stay for the rest of the evening, even longer, as long as Sasha likes anyway. ]

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[ but it is relaxing. relaxing with a skipping heartbeat.

he used to worry about this. that his enjoyment of konstantin lathing attention on him with his teeth was a strange fetishisation of konstantin's unique biology and maybe even his more aggressive side — but if konstantin didn't mind, or more to the point, liked it just as much as sasha did? he doesn't worry anymore.

for a moment sasha's hand catches konstantin's jaw to still him, keep him where he wants him so their lips can meet. his thigh inches up between konstantin's legs, rubbing slowly but firmly, as much as their position will allow. sasha leans deep into the kiss, humming softly, encouragingly. ]

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[ That is not what relaxation is supposed to be offering your heart, Sasha.

Were it anyone else, perhaps Konstantin might take it the wrong way. It's an oddity, a strange thing when he opens his mouth to yawn or makes a tinny sound against a fork with his teeth accidentally. But Sasha's touches are earnest, sweet. This has been a part of him for so long, now even more than before, that Sasha touching these places feels like love, more than anything.

He tips his chin up in his hand, kissing him with eyes lulled shut. This is probably more active than he ought to be with him, he should be gentle, he should maybe tell him to slow down...

But Sasha has been slowed down so much. He's probably tired of that too.

Konstantin splays a hand down his back slowly, fingers moving down the line of his shirt, sliding over the curve of his ass to grab him where his thigh meets, all muscle and assist in the motion. He hums back musically, pleased with the friction, adding to it by canting his hips upward again.

When he pulls from it, it's to nip softly at Sasha's lower lip again, giving him a well-acquainted squeeze from behind. Hi. ]

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[ general sense of fatigue does not mean his heart is going to give out without warning, konstantin.

for all the complications they have ever had together — and my god, have they had complications — the simplest thing that sasha has ever known is that he loves konstantin. without conditions and specifics, in every form he has ever taken. on slow and painfully human mornings, and deep in the difficult nights after blood benders, possessions. he doesn't have to ruminate on the reasons why; because he is funny, sharp, kind, beautiful. because their bodies found a natural rhythm that their minds (mostly) mimicked. the fact that he has loved konstantin this long is uncomplicated and wonderful. being in love with him has been harder. but that's why they're always reaching their personal best, these days.

that konstantin doesn't resist is such a relief to sasha. yes, he's tired, he's weak, but he's so sick of being controlled by these factors. he just wants to feel like himself again.

as a hand squeezes his behind, sasha catches himself laughing softly against konstantin's mouth, grinning beneath the teeth on his lip. he folds his body a little more, so that his arse pushes back against his hand, and his thigh pressing harder. somewhat reluctantly, he opens his eyes, his voice a soft murmur. ]

Finding your favourite place again, hm?

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As if I'd gone and lost it, [ he whispers softly, grip a little bit firmer, a little more possessive. His fingers dig when Sasha pushes back, pulling him closer so that they lay flush and the pressure of Sasha's thigh between his own feels heavenly. He rolls his hips up against him once more, never taking his eyes off of the cut of Sasha's chin or the way his eyes go wide, but dark. ] Still where it always is.

[ He leans up a bit on one elbow, for a moment, admiring Sasha in the afternoon light and wondering for brief seconds how they'd gotten here. He remembers awkward years on top of awkward years, fumbling in the dark excitedly, the smell of wine and the beat of music and books and papers and Sasha pulling his useless body from the couch to the bed for proper sleep.

He remembers the beach and he remembers breaking his heart and breaking it again.

So he reaches with his other hand and pulls Sasha closer by the collar of his shirt, fabric soft and stretching in his fingers. He kisses him once. Light and quick. ]

With you.

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[ it's always so good. always just right, never too much, never too hard, it's just — they're so in tune. it wasn't like that from day one, when sasha was embarrassed to want him so badly, so often, until he realised they were both so desperate for each other all the time. until he decided that unexpectedly sexting konstantin and throwing him off balance was an easy and extremely amusing way to brighten up a slow day. they have it all very figured out, now. they know what they're about. and konstantin's the only person in the world that sasha will let possess him in any way, shape or form, because he knows how mutual this is.

he makes a happy noise against konstantin's mouth, shifting upwards a little so that he can sit himself in his husband's lap, straddling him and instantly rolling down with his hips to make the absence of his thigh seem a little less. ]

You're such a sweet talker. [ a pause, and sasha kisses the tip of his nose. ] And I'm such a sucker for it.