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unexpected domesticity

unexpected domesticity shipping meme.
you never thought you'd have a home, at least not one you can call completely yours, no strings attached and no one lording above you or controlling you. you may not have even known what a "home" truly is, or thought you wanted one. now, there is a touch of domesticity in your life, no matter what things are like otherwise, because you have a home, though you may not have a house proper.

most importantly, you now have someone to share this new facet of life with - a partner. similar to you or completely different, relationship unspoken or unrealized, heavily romantic or understated, they are slowly but surely becoming someone indispensable to you. you never could have seen this coming. and, of course, with domesticity comes a certain amount of intimacy, perhaps even the ultimate physical intimacy...you may be open to that already or you're working up to it when you'd hardly considered it before.

whether your situation is for the long term as it stands, could end at any moment, or a mere disguise you're using to lay low, you're getting comfortable. how does that make you feel? will you it accept a new lease on life - or will you sabotauge yourself before someone else does?

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(He's kicking his pants off in a heated tempest of torrid turbulence; arms reach out to welcome Eliot back as he goes in for another vulgar, delicious kiss. He gives of himself so freely, so easily to this man that he could never imagine saying no to. Not now, not ever. They know one another intimately and Eliot knows every little thing that Seunwoo is about. He wouldn't have it any other way.

Grabbing onto the back of his lover's head the downed man scrapes his nails firm and hard over his scalp before grabbing hold of his lower lip with his teeth. They're like a pair of wild dogs ready to devour one another with how they tear and rip at each other and he can't even recall a time where they weren't the property of one another.)

Eliot, please...

(The pleaded entreaty comes with the movement of his hips and thighs, his body spread wide and loose for Eliot's pleasure. It's murmured low and wet against their kiss and moans and nearly lost in the sounds of their sex. It doesn't take long for his request to be granted and he's arching up off the bed like a crazed man possessed; his chin juts skyward as he unconsciously pulls himself away from Eliot's mouth and his back arches into a wonderful little arc. His body, as always, is welcoming to the intrusion and nearly sucks Eliot into the warmth and tightness hiding within.)

(They crash into each other like a wave and Eliot moans out loudly, his hips pressing in and in until their bodies meet. He reaches with one hand to grasp at the base of Seunwoo's throat - a hold just for the possessiveness of it all. Seunwoo was his. His eyes darken just thinking those words, hips beginning to move in slow and deliberate circles and barely pulling himself from the depths of his lovers body.

His hand stays there. Just a reminder of who belongs to who, and somewhere behind it a promise of that always being the case. His jaw clenches tight with restraint as he locks their gazes, focused on making this a moment rather than giving in and driving away into Seunwoo's body like he wants to. It's so difficult not to just let go when his body is so eager for him.)

You're mine.

(His hand splayed against the base of Seunwoo's throat, watching him very seriously. He's not aiming to cut off any airflow or circulation; instead it's a show of dominance - a streak of Eliot that's always there under the surface. It's been amplified in Fillory as he watches his partner make their house a home, as he watches him sell goods to buy them food. It brings out something within him that's more carnal and difficult to control, burning in the dark gaze he casts over his lovers face.)

(The shore that is Seunwoo is never quite ready for the tidal wave that is Eliot but he welcomes him every single time. The hand around his neck has him prickling in ecstasy; a gasp slips from his lips in shocked delight. God, he loves that. Unable to keep himself from doing it, he grabs Eliot's wrist with one hand and urges him to tighten his grasp just a little more. More possession, more dominance. He loves this feeling of being owned. Nothing beats this feeling... His lover deep inside of him, churning his insides to a pulp in control like he is and wrapping his fingers around Seunwoo's throat like he owns him. He could come right then and there it's so damn hot.

Their eyes trade the deep affection and attraction they have for one another while the bronzed creature's lips tremble in anticipation of what comes next. When he speaks it's barely a whisper, his voice quavering in lustful need.)

Only yours.

(Soon, though, he can't keep up with the stare-off between the two of them. Eliot's hitting all the sensitive, receptive spots within him as he rotates his hips and grinds deeper into him and Seunwoo can't control his body; he jerks and shivers, legs hooking tight around his lover's waist and using him to leverage himself as he writhes within his own skin. It's almost as if he's trying to peel off his mortal form and escape the confines of his own body. That's just how crazed his lover makes him, deep in his blood like a parasite that's dyed him a deep Eliot-color.)

(He presses his fingers more firmly at the base of his neck then, that hand on his wrist and the way Seunwoo's expression changes urging him on. It's so, so hot. Eliot can't help himself; it's all too much.

Their gazes locked. The words he speaks. The way his body responds.

Eliot gives his throat a tighter hold as he begins to draw his hips back and thrust into him; a quick and firm movement that would move them up the bed a little each time he repeats it. He remembers to loosen his hold after a long few moments, though, because he's not really very experienced with choking and the very last thing he wants to do is murder someone he cares for so much cause his dick was too hard to think.)

You're so good.

(He grunts, teeth on edge, jaw clenched hard. He leans in closer, letting go of his throat so he can press both hands against the mattress above Seunwoo's shoulders. It's better leverage there and he can maintain a better movement of his hips like that, too, the sound of their skin slapping loudly in their quiet little home. Nothing but the sound of their indecency and the weird, Fillorian crickets and creatures outside singing their songs.)

(Under the other man's hand the smaller figure can still cry out when his partner buries himself so deep; the force of the movement shoves him back on the bed and he can't contain the guttural, growling cry that echoes throughout their cabin. Eliot feels so good. So, so good. Even if his lover strangled him to death like this, Seunwoo wouldn't even mind; he would die happy in the arms of his dearest beloved. Luckily for both of them though the grip loosens and he breathes out a sigh he was holding in without even realizing it.)

Eliot... Don't stop...

(It's a pointless request, there's no way either of them would stop this now. Not when the sexual symphony of skin on skin sounds throughout the stillness around them. Gazing up longingly at his better half Seunwoo reaches up to curl his hands around the farmer's broad shoulders and hold him as tightly as he can. Beneath him, he can find meaning in everything they've ever dreamed of and some things they hadn't. The ripple of Eliot's muscles as he moves within Seunwoo, the sweat glistening along his brow by the firelight, the way his jaw is firm and tightly set to keep himself under control.)

You're so deep it feels like you're gonna split me in half...

(Without realizing it, he moves his hips just a little bit and finds himself arching up again without control; he's adjusted in such a way that the deep, plumbing length is hitting that sweet spot inside him. He's not even sure what the name of it is, but he does know that with every movement of his lover's hips he's feeling like he's going to burst.)

Right there, El! Fuck! I'm gonna come!

(He's too far gone now to stop even if he needs to. The heat between them, the feeling of himself sinking into Seunwoo's body - a dark abyss swallowing him up mind, body, and soul. Eliot's far too lost in how good it feels. How good Seunwoo's hands feel on him and how his warmth coaxes him ever deeper inside of his body.

Eliot's so, incredibly fucked. It has to be whatever drugs and magic floating in Fillory that has him so smitten. His heart, every day, so full just watching Seunwoo work around the house. To see him milling flour and kneading dough. And then, at night, when he can have him all to himself and kiss his body and fuck him, make love to him like this.

He doesn't even want to go back home, at this rate.

But he can't think of Earth. Not when Seunwoo is calling out his name and warning him that he's so close. Eliot is right there with him. He can feel the way Seunwoo's body clenches onto him, making his hips drive harder and faster until he's falling over the edge too.

A last few thrusts of his hips with his fists clenched in their rumpled bed sheets for leverage and he's spilling deep within his lovers body. Pressed close, body to body, like he could just disappear in that moment. It's so mind-blowingly good, leaving him gasping and collapsing into his chest.)

(It feels like they might catch fire at any moment; every time Eliot touches him his skin burns like it's been licked by flame. It's addictive and he needs more of it. More of him. And beneath him is his fae-like partner who's caught in his snare, a butterfly in his web; the baker's eyes are wide and his jaw is slack, mouth agape as he connects deeper with Eliot than he ever has before. It's like they've both been mind controlled, driven into a state of utter devotion that neither can - or want to - break.

The repeated movements threaten to tear him apart with their increased ferocity and rhythm, like a lightning bolt splitting through the sky. With a shrill cry the noise in the back of his mind all but vanishes and he rises up off the bed to wrap himself as tightly around Eliot as he can. Limbs - legs, arms, feet, hands - clutch tight, even his toes are curling in the wake of the rolling tide. Yes, this is what they call love, he's sure of it. Those are his last thoughts as he cries out for his lover again, face buried against the curves of his newly sun-kissed partner's chest.)

God...

(When he finally finds his voice again, whether or not he's addressing Eliot is up for debate; what can he see? Nothing but the eclipsing beauty above him with red cheeks and perspiration glimmering like jewels upon his brow. As his back hits the bed again he feels the weight of his beloved fall upon him and he couldn't be happier; he wraps him up tight in the warmth of his embrace and love, stroking down his damp locks with a happy sigh.)

I love you, Eliot...

(It's... Whispered, quietly, almost as if he's scared to speak those words. But this is the time and place where he can truly say it and have not a doubt in his mind.)

(Eliot's heart thumps like wild against his rib cage as he settles, exhausted, into Seunwoo's arms. He can't hold himself up any longer - weak from their exertion and boneless with the dregs of pleasure. He sighs into those words, smiling, entirely bewitched by his lover.)

I love you, too.

(He murmurs, turning his head to allow his lips to absently press affectionate kisses across the gorgeous expanse of collar bone he's allowed to witness.

He doesn't even panic about it, either. He's too far gone, enthralled, smiling all happy and pink after their romp. It feels good to get all of that out. All of his pent up frustration and feelings and, damn, they can be good together. At least here. Without anything else but each other.)

(Those words... They're the first time Eliot has ever spoken them to him; he feels his breath catch in his throat and his heart swell to the point of bursting. Oh, God. Eliot.)

My beautiful king.

(Swollen with affection and desire, he lovingly brushes his fingers through the damp, sweat-soaked sable strands; he works those deft digits through the darkness with stroking pets. Looking down at the tired, spent man with nothing but devotion and love in his eyes, Seunwoo finally feels that feeling of completeness. Of utter bliss.)

You're so gorgeous... I don't even want to get up to finish dinner.

(Disturbing him - resting there on his chest and layering soft kisses across his neck and chest - feels like some sort of deep, universal crime. Eliot is just a picture of peace.)

(He tilts his head up to smile at him, looking like a pleased cat as he does so. It's so nice to feel adored like this, he sort of never wants to leave. A life like this? Just...making dinner and selling pastries and telling one man he loves him for the rest of his time on Earth? Eliot is entirely content with the thought of it, at least in those calm moments as they bask in the glow of their love.)

We don't have to get up.

(He laughs, and moves carefully so he can withdraw from Seunwoo's body and settle back against him, offering kisses to make up for the discomfort he might experience.)

We can just stay here. Right here. Until we die.

I'd rather not starve to death in your arms. It's true that to die by your side is a beautiful way to die, but let's avoid the preventable deaths, love.

(Ruffling Eliot's hair with affection, he smiles with both his lips and his eyes. When Seunwoo smiles like that, his whole face lights up. Eliot's seen it a lot lately since he's got plenty to be happy for and the Korean is more than happy to express himself for better or worse.)

Besides, I love making food for you, you know that. Even back on Earth watching you eat my pastries was one of my happiest moments.

(Now he's branched out more into the... House husband, cook everything in the kitchen sort of thing. It's just as rewarding though since now he can feed Eliot more than just sweets and breads. He's even getting fairly good at stews and roasts.)

(He sighs as he watches that smile bloom on Seunwoo's face, taken by it all over again. Eliot reaches up to touch at his cheek affectionately, the pad of his thumb brushing against it gently.)

I'm really happy.

(He admits quietly, after hearing Seunwoo talk about how he loves to make food for him. Eliot feels quite soft about it all. It started with the ass grabbing earlier, and how protective he felt, and it ended with him saying those words he thought he'd never speak.)

I'll help make dinner. Or....at least I'll hold you up while you make dinner.

Honestly, I'm happier than I've ever been, or ever dreamt of being... I never thought something like this - a life like this, I mean - would make me so happy. But with you?

(He pauses, shaking his head in disbelief and raising his hand to curl over Eliot's hand that's lovingly touching his face.)

With you, I want for nothing. Except running water.

(Revisiting their earlier conversation with a little chuckle he then presses his lips to Eliot's forehead, savoring the salty taste of his sweat with his tongue over his lower lip after.)

Yes please. Hold me up. You fucked me so hard my legs don't work anymore.

(To underscore his statement, he lets his body go limp and his arms flop all over the place like a little fish out of water.)

Maybe...I can try to work something out so we have running water.

(He laughs, touching the pad of his thumb to Seunwoo's lower lip.)

But, still. I like watching you bathe in the river. It's kind of hot.

(He giggles at the sight of Seunwoo wiggling around and his hands go to rub affectionately along his sides, urging him to stand so he can stand with him.)

Put on clothes? So we don't get burned.

(He's reaching for their discarded garments, finding Seunwoo's tunic to put on him first.)

I'd give it up for you in a heartbeat, El. Don't fret. I just like to complain.

(The comment about him in the river has Seunwoo's cheeks flushing an even darker pink than he already is from their exertion.)

Are you still peeping on me? You can just come in and join me you know.

(He sits up after his fish impression, gratefully bowing his head to his lover for the gift of clothing.)

I like not having sensitive parts burnt. That's probably a good idea. Aish, I didn't even put the pot on the fire!

(Throwing his shirt on - and ignoring the fact that he's pantsless - he hops up and wobbles his way over to the hearth, lifting the heavy iron object up onto the hook above the kindling and embers. Leaning down onto his knees, he blows at the burning bits of wood, managing to get a small flame roaring again. And also his ass is up in the air, just in case Eliot wanted to help himself.)

My cute, whiny bride.

(He just grins, still feeling that same affection from earlier. It hasn't dissipated even an ounce. He sighs and allows himself to get dressed even as his lover decides to stoke the fire without any pants on. He's tying his own trousers about the waist as he enjoys the view, smiling to himself as he takes a moment to daydream about the excursion they'd just enjoyed in bed. Maybe after dinner he'll try to go again. Like they're on their honeymoon, or something.)

Baby, you're going to hurt yourself like this. Please put some pants on, or we're seriously never going to eat.

(He picks them up, giving Seunwoo's ass a gentle smack before offering up his pants.)

I can't believe someone grabbed this ass. My ass. I'm gonna kill them if they ever do that again.

(He's just about got the fire where he wants it when Eliot's hand leaves a big red imprint on his precious backside; he yelps and jumps, nearly whacking his head on the pot and turns around with a sour look on his face.)

I could get hurt if you smack my ass like that and I go head-first into the fire!

(Huffing, he steps into his trousers and gets them tied up; the burlap's not exactly comfortable but it serves its purpose when he needs it.)

You should totally battle magic them. Right in the face. Big red lightning blade.

(He's waving his hands around now as if he's acting out the epic battle for his honor between Eliot and the ass grabber.)

(he's still giggly with the afterglow and teeming with happy emotion, trying his best to make an apologetic look when Seunwoo finally stands up.)

Can't help myself. Guess I'm just as bad as the ass grabber.

(Then he's wrapping an arm around his lovers waist to pull him close, letting his hands cup at his perfectly shaped ass as of to protect each globe.)

I'll defend your honor even if I have to use battle magic and you get a raging hard on.

You have to fuck me in front of everyone in the market, then. Deal?

(He's really hoping the groper comes back now because damn does he want to ride Eliot in the middle of the closest fucking market. Especially when he's pulled close like that and getting his ass manhandled by its true and rightful owner.)

You're the allowed ass grabber, though. So it's okay. Let me get the meat on and we can talk about how perfect my butt is some more.

(Wiggling free of Eliot's grip, he hangs the meat from the spit he's constructed over the pot, allowing the drippings to fall into the vegetable stew while it cooks. It's rather ingenious and he's pretty proud of it.)

Oh, I never knew you were into public stuff?

(He grins, trying to keep Seunwoo in his grasp even as he slips away. Eliot has to busy his hands with absently touching his hair so he can't reach out for his lover again.

Until Seunwoo is free again, of course. He wraps his arms around him once again, hugging him close.)

You're beautiful.

(He grins, big hands splayed wide against his back.)

Fuck yeah. Show the world who I belong to. Make sure they see my face while you make me come, too.

(He's such a dirty little shithead and doesn't even hide it anymore. After all it's not Earth, who's going to arrest them? Why not take advantage of a world with no rules a little bit? Once they're back together - and the food is safely cooking away - he tugs lightly on a strand of dark hair that frames Eliot's face.)

No, you are. I can't believe how gorgeous you are and how much more you become every day. Stop it.

You're nasty.

(He smiles, happy to just hold onto him for a while and let the rest of the world melt away. He laughs when he's complimented and shakes his head.)

Thanks, baby. But I don't think I can stop.

(A pause as he watches Seunwoo, eyes studying his face.)

I think I'm going to grow a beard. I don't have anything to trim it with. Is that okay?

You like when I'm nasty though.

(He's very happy and very content to just stay there, held tight to his lover's chest like he's the jewel of his eye.)

Oh? I like you a little scruffy but a full-on beard would make it hard to kiss you. I'm sure the blacksmiths around here can make a razor, right? You can shave with a straight-edge?

(Seunwoo's Korean genes, on the other hand... Where Eliot is a fuzzy bear with chest hair for days, the slight pastry chef is as bare as the day he was born. The most he ever gets on his face is a slight bit of five o'clock shadow and then nothing. As if he's completely incapable of manliness.)

I do.

(He smiles at him just like that, listening to him speak, watching his lips as they move. He sighs happily and allows his hands to move slowly over Seunwoo's body, just touching here and there because it's his and he can.)

I guess I'll have to learn. Maybe you can help me?

(His eyes glitter with the thought of Seunwoo helping him shave. It's like something straight out of a romance movie, and it would normally make him gag.)

I love when you have your hair braided, by the way.

(Not just because he's proud that he knows how to help braid it, either.)

I'll be honest, I'm not much of a shaver. See?

(They've been there what, three, four weeks? And he doesn't even have so much as a mustache. He rubs his hand over his face, just feeling the little scratch.)

I mean, I can try. I just hope you're good at mending magic. In case we cut each other in a very non-sexy way.

(He lets his fingers start to crawl all over Eliot's figure as well, just enjoying re-committing him to memory over and over again; when his hair's mentioned, though, he looks away with a shy blush.)

Ah... I'm glad you like it...

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