unexpected domesticity

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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? — Comment with your character, preferences, what tone you want your thread to take, and whether or not your open to smut. — Reply to others.

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[cakeprince]

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.)

[suds]

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.

[cakeprince]

(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.)

[suds]

(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.

[cakeprince]

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.)

[suds]

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.)

[cakeprince]

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.

[suds]

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?

[cakeprince]

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.)

[suds]

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.)

[cakeprince]

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...

[suds]

I've noticed.

(He likes how smooth Seunwoo is. Not that Eliot would mind if he wasn't - he's pretty obviously into men of any kind - but the smoothness that comes with crawling into bed with Seunwoo is really, really nice.)

Of course I like it. It's you.

(He grins, wrapping a hand around the back of his lovers neck to pull him in for a simple kiss, exhaling through his nose.)

I meant what I said.

(He murmurs as they part.)

[cakeprince]

Eliot...

(Damn it. His weak heart could fall over and over again for this beautiful man and he'll never regret it a day in his life. The delicate love behind his soft kiss, the devotion and reverence with which he touches him... Seunwoo is his now and forevermore.)

You're so wonderful. Truly. Every day with you is a wonderful gift.

(Leaning up into him again he steals a kiss from the taller man this time before shyly pulling back, suddenly feeling very fluttery in his stomach. Their little moment is interrupted right then by that same stomach, grumbling loudly in response to hunger Seunwoo hasn't been paying attention to.)

Omo. Sorry...

(Looking down at his belly, he withdraws his arms from around his lover's neck to grasp his abdomen with his hands.)

You're ruining my moment.

[suds]

(He just can't stop smiling, watching Seunwoo as he speaks, letting his own butterflies flutter into his chest. It reminds him of that time he let himself fall for Mike, only with less evil and heartbreak.

He's about to open his mouth and spill more embarrassing shit but then he's laughing because of Seunwoo's loud stomach. He grins, pulling his lover close again so he can rub at his belly with one hand.)

Sorry I distracted us from dinner. It should be done soon, right? We might have some fruit and bread to eat until then.

[cakeprince]

You looked like you were about to say something incredibly adorable and I'm going to hold it against my stomach forever for ruining it.

(That lower lip juts out in a serious pout and if his stomach was a person he'd probably have smacked it. Maybe some day Mike will fully disappear from Eliot's mind and heart, letting Seunwoo fill in all the gaps. with his cute little tantrums and sweets.)

It's okay. You can always distract me. I don't mind at all. Do you want to start with a little bit of wine while we wait?

(Looking over into the stew pot, he reaches for one of their hand-carved spoons he whittled out of some wood when they first got here and stirs the mixture. The smell rising from it and the meat is just heavenly.)

[suds]

Maybe later.

(Smiling as he rubs his hands over Seunwoo's hips and then nods his head at the mention of wine.)

Yes, please.

(He lets go of his partners body so he can slip away and grab a bottle of wine from their stash, pouring them each a cup into those cute wooden cups he'd found in the cupboard so long ago. Seemingly longer than it had actually been.)

[cakeprince]

Brat.

(While Eliot's getting their wine ready he puts a little more finishing touches on the food before taking a seat at their meager little table across from Eliot.)

To us?

(He asks, raising his wooden mug to toast.)

[suds]

To us.

(He grins, watching Seunwoo for a moment before touching the rims of their mugs together and then taking a long gulp of his wine. And then finishing the small cup. And then pouring himself more.)

Today was a good day.

[cakeprince]

(Well, some things don't change even in Fillory. Eliot's still an alcoholic but at least Seunwoo hopes the pain that makes him drink isn't so pronounced anymore.)

It was and we haven't even eaten yet. I'm sure once we indulge in food - and maybe one another - we'll be feeling even better.

(Chuckling, he drinks his wine a little more slowly than his mate.)

[suds]

(The unwanted ass grabbing from earlier was barely an afterthought, a memory at this point. And the wine was sure to make his cheeks numb and have him giggling and kissing more than usual.)

I think our dinner will be awesome. It smells great.

(Eyeing Seunwoo over the tiny tabletop as he speaks.)

[cakeprince]

You're looking like you want to eat me. And you can. But actual food first.

(He knows that look in Eliot's eye and what it entails and he can't help himself by shooting him down. At least temporarily.)

It's so weird not having an oven timer or anything...

[suds]

You know I can't help myself.

(Instead he busies himself with the wine since he doesn't want to burn their dinner. He has to make sure his blushing bride eats so his stomach growling doesn't interrupt them later.)

Yeah, right? You forget those kinds of things when you have them all the time. Don't want to burn our little home down, though.

[cakeprince]

That's also why you have to wait. We might light the entire thing on fire while balls deep in one another and then what would we do?

(It's so ridiculous he has to laugh, but he does get up and go over to examine everything. Taking the knife he chopped the vegetables with earlier, he shears a bit of the meat off and pops it into his mouth with a thoughtful look.)

Hmm... I think it's just about ready.

(Fetching a pair of wooden bowls from their stowage, he spoons out some of the vegetable stew and slices a fair amount of meat into both bowls before coming back to the table with a wooden spoon in each.)

Here you go, my love.

(Setting Eliot's down in front of him, he leans in to kiss his forehead before sitting back at his seat.)

[suds]

(He's left snickering into his wooden cup then, watching Seunwoo get them each a serving of food. It's not that he needs someone to take care of him, but it's nice to watch him anyway. He's become such a good house husband.

And the food smells amazing. He sighs as it's set in front of him, grinning happily at him when he was kissed.)

Thank you, baby.

(Then he's digging in, savoring the flavor. It's weird. It's nothing like he'd have had at home - tastes nothing like a roast on Earth. But it does taste good enough. And it's warm and hearty and it'll definitely fill his belly.)

[cakeprince]

You're welcome, my king.

(Eliot may no longer be the high king of Fillory, but he is the high king of Seunwoo's heart. He doesn't begin eating right away either, instead he leans his cheek against his hand and watches his better half go to town on the meal. It's always flattering how happy he is to eat the food he cooks and he really, really loves that. It's the biggest compliment he could be given.)

Is it good?