83 Summer, 515
Noah felt his body being raised and lowered in a slow pattern. This movement allowed sleep to hold on to the Kelvic, if only barely. He refused to open his eyes as he could feel the heat of Syna’s rays begin to pierce through the tent in her early rise into the sky. He knew her brightness would follow and, after such a mystical night, he did not want to face her. Finally, he sighed and as the breath was exhaled it brought the soreness of the previous night to life. His body was riddled with shallow aches. It was as if he had flown halfway across the world and back in one night.
He groaned softly and forced his lids open. His eyes, delicate as they were, were greeted with the warm orange of Syna. It was early still and the tent had cooled considerably. His feet were exposed to the coolness of the air around him so he brought them inside the blanket where him and his still slumbering lover lay. Noah still lay atop Caesarion, undisturbed by their sleep. Perhaps it was the both of them that were exhausting from the previous night’s tussle. His sleep was deep, dream-filled, and recharging all at once.
The Kelvic raised his head from its rested position on Caesarion’s chest and looked up towards his lover’s face. Caesarion appeared to be quite out of it still, his mouth slightly ajar and the deep breaths that he took exuding from it. Surprisingly enough the man didn’t snore, or snore loudly at that. In this moment he was taking in deep breaths that filled his chest to capacity and lifted Noah at the same time before he exhaled in a long draw that lowered Noah again. In the time that he slept, Noah took to examining the man, for he really didn’t get a chance to in the dimness of the night.
Caesarion’s face appeared smooth, soft, and complimented his lips that held the same plumpness that Noah found adorable. He remembered how they were placed upon his own before and licked them at the remembrance. Caesarion’s hair, now unkempt, was blond and appeared to be lighter in the light that Syna provided. Noah recalled Caesarion eyes to be similar in qualities like his own, even with the man’s lids shut, he could see them in his mind. He replayed their meeting on the hill in his head. A small smile crept up on his face at the thought. It took one meeting, one brief exchange of words, one playful action, to bring Noah to this new arc in his life. He was still baffled at the fact, yet decide it wasn’t time to question it. He would face the questions with his new bond partner, his new mate, and his lover, when Caesarion awoke.
Noah felt stuck. He didn’t want to move because he didn’t want to awake Caesarion -- he quite adored watching him sleep now -- but he knew that the tent city would soon be awakening and begin to move about as well. It would save some embarrassment on both of their parts if they were awake and moving as well. Perhaps Noah would even shift in an attempt to hide himself further. Or would that just make things worse? He was troubled with what to do regarding it but would let Caesarion decide.
Carefully he raised himself off of Caesarion’s chest, blankets rising with him as he did so, leaving Caesarion uncovered for a moment. Quickly Noah moved until he sat alone crosslegged again, inches away from Caesarion’s face. He had replaced the blanket of the man, in case he still valued his modesty. In a lulling moment he regretted wanting to wake the man, but also wanted to do him good and save him any embarrassment that may follow if he didn’t.
“Caesarion,” he whispered, before patting on the man’s arm softly. When he was greeted with still more heavy breathing he repeated himself. “Caesarion, wake up, please.” Again he tapped Caesarion’s arm, with a tad more force now. It was only then that he observed some sign of life as the man stirred slightly. “C’mon, wake up,” Noah continued. This time though he leaned in on the man and planted a simple kiss on the bridge of his nose.
He groaned softly and forced his lids open. His eyes, delicate as they were, were greeted with the warm orange of Syna. It was early still and the tent had cooled considerably. His feet were exposed to the coolness of the air around him so he brought them inside the blanket where him and his still slumbering lover lay. Noah still lay atop Caesarion, undisturbed by their sleep. Perhaps it was the both of them that were exhausting from the previous night’s tussle. His sleep was deep, dream-filled, and recharging all at once.
The Kelvic raised his head from its rested position on Caesarion’s chest and looked up towards his lover’s face. Caesarion appeared to be quite out of it still, his mouth slightly ajar and the deep breaths that he took exuding from it. Surprisingly enough the man didn’t snore, or snore loudly at that. In this moment he was taking in deep breaths that filled his chest to capacity and lifted Noah at the same time before he exhaled in a long draw that lowered Noah again. In the time that he slept, Noah took to examining the man, for he really didn’t get a chance to in the dimness of the night.
Caesarion’s face appeared smooth, soft, and complimented his lips that held the same plumpness that Noah found adorable. He remembered how they were placed upon his own before and licked them at the remembrance. Caesarion’s hair, now unkempt, was blond and appeared to be lighter in the light that Syna provided. Noah recalled Caesarion eyes to be similar in qualities like his own, even with the man’s lids shut, he could see them in his mind. He replayed their meeting on the hill in his head. A small smile crept up on his face at the thought. It took one meeting, one brief exchange of words, one playful action, to bring Noah to this new arc in his life. He was still baffled at the fact, yet decide it wasn’t time to question it. He would face the questions with his new bond partner, his new mate, and his lover, when Caesarion awoke.
Noah felt stuck. He didn’t want to move because he didn’t want to awake Caesarion -- he quite adored watching him sleep now -- but he knew that the tent city would soon be awakening and begin to move about as well. It would save some embarrassment on both of their parts if they were awake and moving as well. Perhaps Noah would even shift in an attempt to hide himself further. Or would that just make things worse? He was troubled with what to do regarding it but would let Caesarion decide.
Carefully he raised himself off of Caesarion’s chest, blankets rising with him as he did so, leaving Caesarion uncovered for a moment. Quickly Noah moved until he sat alone crosslegged again, inches away from Caesarion’s face. He had replaced the blanket of the man, in case he still valued his modesty. In a lulling moment he regretted wanting to wake the man, but also wanted to do him good and save him any embarrassment that may follow if he didn’t.
“Caesarion,” he whispered, before patting on the man’s arm softly. When he was greeted with still more heavy breathing he repeated himself. “Caesarion, wake up, please.” Again he tapped Caesarion’s arm, with a tad more force now. It was only then that he observed some sign of life as the man stirred slightly. “C’mon, wake up,” Noah continued. This time though he leaned in on the man and planted a simple kiss on the bridge of his nose.
