#kenrose

@meishutori

1. You are beautiful 

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Kensei opened his eyes and on instinct reached for his watch on the night table to check the time. He exhaled softly, having woken up slightly earlier than usual. It was a little before dawn, cold and dark in the middle of winter.

Not a sound could be heard. Except for the quiet breathing of his partner, hidden underneath a cocoon of blankets -- nice and snug. He smiled a little, propping his arm underneath him as he watched the sleeping blond. Being the early riser that he was, he had never thought anyone awoke earlier than him. 

That was however, until he’d started sleeping with Rose. He had learned a few days in that Rose was usually up much more often before he was. Something that had surprised him at first but he had later, begrudgingly, grown accustomed to. So to see him sleeping while he wasn’t was rare. He was glad for it too. To see his partner get that little extra sleep in. It wasn’t that Rose was an early riser by choice as he was, more that he slept very limited hours. Something that tugged at the back of his mind sometimes. Which also made him glad to see his beloved sleeping.

 In the low glow of their bedside lamp, Kensei silently watched him with his sleep addled eyes, a tender smile still tugging softly at his lips. Rose’s features looked exquisite. That sharp and chiseled nose, those well defined cheekbones and his chin. Letting out a small sigh, Rose moved and Kensei instinctively held his breath so as not to wake him, soon realising how silly that was and breathing once again. In that move though, a stray hair from that golden head of waves settled over his Rose’s nose and Kensei gently reached out to tuck it to the back of his head. Rose didn’t stir and remained blissfully unawares, dead to the world, still fast asleep and looking very peaceful. It was a good sign, Kensei noted. in It meant he was resting without anything bad troubling him, particularly that very precarious spiteful hollow of his, Maestro. There was really no use thinking of that beast when he was too busy admiring his spouse right then. 

He must have lost track of time in that quiet stillness of it being just him watching his Rose. For the next thing he knew was it was already well into the daylight hours the rays of the sun seeping through the curtains of their room awaking him as he opened his eyes to find the side of his bed empty. Kensei stretched his arms over his head with a loud groan -- there was no need to be quiet now was there? And when his eyes adjusted themselves to the invasion of bright light his gaze fell on Rose who was now standing by the window watching the snow fall outside. “You’re up. Good morning, darling.” He greeted in that manner of his that always seemed to lift Kensei’s spirits as he padded back to their bed to sit opposite him and smiled.

Rose: >c I will kiss their ass if they touch you again

Kensei: kiss?

Kensei: i don't think i want that :|

Kensei: you're only allowed to kiss me :|

Rose: KICK THEIR ASS

Rose: DAMN IT

“Ancient, really? Are you calling me ancient?” He joked, knowing that was not at all where Kensei was going. 

He runs long, graceful fingers through Kensei’s hair. That endearment has become less foreign from Kensei’s tongue now. His boyfriend’s tongue.

Rose cupped Kensei’s cheeks when they kissed, dragged them both to lean against the door with a dull thud so Kensei was pressed close. He wanted to pull him even closer, like this wasn’t enough, but he had to focus on breathing, and tongue and teeth as they kissed.

When they pulled away, Rose was panting a little, lips swollen and his pupils blown. Gods he wanted this man, and when he told him to strip, commanded him to strip, Rose couldn’t help but grin a little, palms pressing against the other’s chest so he had room to slip away and walk over to the garden door. He let his haori slip off his shoulders along the way, tugged his obi loose and let it fall to the ground as well before closing that door. He then turned around again and slowly, slowly, let the dark fabric of his kosode slide off his shoulders, so he was bare-chested before him. He then approached him again, and pressed up against him humming. “What about you?” A sweet kiss fell upon Kensei’s lips, and then Rose tugged on his hakama’s tie with one smooth move, having it slip off slim hips, leaving him in his boxer-briefs.