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dark blue kiss: sleep on it (2020)
sleep on it (ao3 link, see original work for author's notes) | dark blue kiss, pete/kao, explicit, 1.7k words
tags: consensual somnophilia, no archive warnings apply
written for: petekao week 2020, day 7: "trust"
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It's late when Kao gets home. It's the third night in a row he's come home late from work, long after Pete has made himself dinner and washed his dishes, late enough that upon arriving home, Kao slumps with his back to their front door for a solid minute, eyes shut.
"Poor baby," Pete says, sliding the strap of Kao's workbag down off his shoulder.
He means it earnestly, but Kao flings an arm out anyway, a hit landing lightly against Pete's chest. "I'm tired," he says, a childish whine in his voice.
"Did you eat?" Pete asks.
Kao finally cracks an eyelid. There are dark circles under his eyes, a combination of sleep deprivation and stress. The product he'd put into his hair that morning has lost its hold and his bangs flop down in front of his face, making him look younger and more pitiful. "Yeah, we ordered into the office."
Pete tugs on Kao's tie, and Kao leans into the hug easily. It's been fourteen hours, but Pete misses him like it's been days, that primal part of him that longs to possess all of Kao's time flaring up in his stomach. He wants to lock the door and not let Kao out for a week. Maybe longer. "When's your deadline?"
"Tuesday," Kao says. He heaves a sigh into Pete's shoulder, then steps back. "I'm going to go shower."
Kao emerges from the bathroom half an hour later, a towel slung over his shoulders and a pair of sweatpants riding low on his hips. His pale skin is pink-tinged and soft to the touch when Pete leans over, resting his face on Kao's bare stomach.
"What?" Kao asks.
"You smell good," Pete says, inhaling deeply through his nose to prove his point. It's the same soap Pete uses, but it smells better on Kao.
Pete gets up to brush his teeth, watching from the bathroom door as Kao lays out an outfit for tomorrow and takes his nightly vitamins. He likes the domesticity of this nighttime routine. The two of them in the house that they share, hot headed teens turned adults before Pete was even aware that they were growing up.
Kao is already in bed when Pete finishes up in the bathroom. He sets his phone on the nightstand when Pete lies down beside him, turning to give Pete his full attention. "Hi," Kao says softly.
"Hi," Pete says back. He leans in, hand cupping around Kao's cheek, and kisses him.
For a moment, Kao smiles into the kiss, reflexive affection, but then his mouth relaxes and he slots his lips properly against Pete's. There's a well-rehearsed rhythm to their making out. Pete's hand slides around to the back of Kao's head, pulling him in closer, and Kao's lips part, the kiss deepening.
Pete tugs Kao on top of him, letting his free hand roam across Kao's bare shoulders, down the length of his spine to Kao's ass, where he squeezes. Kao makes a soft noise against Pete's mouth, and Pete can feel Kao's semi rocking into his thigh.
It's been at least a week since they've done more than jerk each other off in the shower and it's fine, Pete knows that Kao's been busy ever since he was assigned to this work project last-minute, but Pete feels like a giddy, horny teenager at the prospect of getting to fuck Kao. Last night, Kao had fallen asleep in the two minutes it took Pete to go to the kitchen, fill up a glass of water, and return, before Pete could even try to put the moves on. The fact that Kao is both awake and into it is a positive sign.
"I missed you," Pete says when Kao pulls away for air. He kisses the skin under Kao's ear, just a brush of lips, not hard enough to leave a bruise that might show under the collar of Kao's work shirt.
Kao rolls his hips, letting the hard line of his cock brush against Pete's erection. "I can tell," he teases. His lips, kiss-swollen and pink, quirk into a self-satisfied smile that floods Pete's chest with fondness.
But he can stare lovingly at Kao anytime. There are more important things at hand—namely his own hand sliding under the waistband of Kao's sweatpants, fingers tracing along the backs of Kao's thighs before pressing experimentally against his rim. At the touch, Kao's body shivers.
This spurs Pete on, and he pushes on Kao's shoulder, maneuvering the both of them until Kao is underneath him. He tugs Kao's sweatpants down over his ass and Kao kicks them the rest of the way off. For a moment, Pete sits back on his heels, admiring the view. Kao's cock is flushed and hard against his stomach, his thighs spreading automatically, waiting for Pete. He looks up at Pete through heavy-lidded eyes and Pete feels another rush of possessiveness in his veins.
"When you're done with your project, you should take a sick day," he says, and leans over to press a kiss to the inside of one of Kao's thighs. "Stay home with me."
"I'm not going to play hooky just to fuck," Kao says.
Pete kisses up higher, nose brushing Kao's balls. "Oh, am I not good enough for you?" he jokes, nipping lightly at Kao's thigh.
Kao makes a noise, half a hum of agreement and half a whimper. "You caught me," he says.
There's a trail of red marks across Kao's thighs when Pete finally lifts his head. Kao has his eyes closed, but he blinks them open, slow and dazed, when Pete runs a hand over his chest, fingers catching one of Kao's nipples.
"Still good?" Pete asks as he reaches over Kao to find the condoms and lube in their nightstand drawer.
"Yeah," Kao says. "Good."
Kao is pliable like this, his body relaxed as Pete pushes one of his legs up. Pete rubs his slick fingers across Kao's hole, then slides two fingers in easily. He takes his time, watching the way Kao takes his fingers, hot and wet around them. When Pete presses against his prostate, Kao grinds down into the touch.
When Pete looks up, though, Kao's head is lolled to the side, cheek pressed into the fabric of the pillow. His eyes are closed, lips parted in a soft exhale, and he is very, clearly falling asleep as Pete fingers him.
Pete sighs. "I guess we'll try this again another night," he says, taking his hand back.
Kao catches him by the wrist. He looks up at Pete through his eyelashes, and his voice is slow and soft when he says, "You don't have to stop. You can keep going."
The words catch in Pete's brain. They've never done anything like this before. They've had their fair share of morning sex while the two of them were both slipping fully into consciousness, waking up as they went, but right now, Kao looks close to dozing off. Pete's never thought about doing anything to Kao that he wouldn't be an active participant in.
On the other hand, Pete would really, really like to fuck Kao. "Are you sure?"
"I trust you," Kao says. "And it feels good, so just. Keep going."
There's a thrill to Kao's words, as though he's offering up a new piece of himself to Pete. The thought makes him feel warm all over.
He nudges at Kao's hip. "Roll over," he says, flopping down onto the bed beside Kao.
"What are you doing?" Kao asks, but he goes willingly, letting Pete push him onto his side.
Pete tugs his sweatpants down, then reaches for the condom. When he's ready, he slots himself behind Kao, spooning him like they do on lazy mornings. Pete guides Kao's knee forward, opening him up so that he can press his cock into Kao's hole.
Kao groans as Pete pushes into him. Even though he's out of it, his body is reacting on its own, grinding back against Pete.
With his arm under Kao's neck and a hand bracing the hard muscle of his belly, Pete holds Kao close to his chest. It feels like he's surrounding Kao, like he can move Kao however he wants, and it's hot in a way that Pete couldn't have anticipated.
He dips his head, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the top of Kao's spine, the back of his neck, wherever Pete can reach. Kao trembles with every thrust of Pete's cock and he's making these soft, whiny noises that, any other time, he'd try to hide under his hand or muffle with the pillow.
Pete hooks a hand around the back of one of Kao's thighs, pushing it up to his chest for better leverage. He has to make a conscious effort to slow down, to hold back on the sexual frustration he's been feeling all week. If he draws it out, he'll get more of this pliable, dazed Kao. Pete drags his hand from Kao's thigh up to Kao's chest, then to his mouth. Kao's lips part as Pete runs a thumb along his lower lip, sucking the tip of Pete's thumb into his mouth. It's a reflex, but Pete wonders if Kao would take his cock the same way.
A series of mental images flood Pete's brain: Kao blinking awake with Pete's cock in his mouth, Pete coming on Kao's slack, sleepy face. When Kao said keep going, he might not've realized he was creating a monster. But that's Pete for you—give him an inch and he'll take a mile. He'll make it good, though.
As he gets closer, Pete reaches down for Kao's cock, jerking him off to the same rhythm of his hips rolling against Kao's.
"Pete," Kao mumbles, face turning into the pillow as he gasps, coming all over Pete's fist. He squirms, body clenching around Pete.
"You're so good," Pete says. He uses his sticky hand to pull Kao in even closer, his last thrusts erratic before he comes.
For the next few moments, he lies there watching the steady rise and fall of Kao's chest as he catches his own breath. If he didn't need to clean up, Pete could fall asleep like this too, but someone has to take care of the condom and the wet patch on the bed,
Kao barely stirs as wipes him down. It's not until Pete rejoins him in bed, lights off and lube stashed safely away, that Kao rolls over, searching for Pete's body. Pete pulls him in close.
"Love you," he says.
"Love you too," Kao mumbles. Pete kisses the top of his head.
tags: consensual somnophilia, no archive warnings apply
written for: petekao week 2020, day 7: "trust"
---
It's late when Kao gets home. It's the third night in a row he's come home late from work, long after Pete has made himself dinner and washed his dishes, late enough that upon arriving home, Kao slumps with his back to their front door for a solid minute, eyes shut.
"Poor baby," Pete says, sliding the strap of Kao's workbag down off his shoulder.
He means it earnestly, but Kao flings an arm out anyway, a hit landing lightly against Pete's chest. "I'm tired," he says, a childish whine in his voice.
"Did you eat?" Pete asks.
Kao finally cracks an eyelid. There are dark circles under his eyes, a combination of sleep deprivation and stress. The product he'd put into his hair that morning has lost its hold and his bangs flop down in front of his face, making him look younger and more pitiful. "Yeah, we ordered into the office."
Pete tugs on Kao's tie, and Kao leans into the hug easily. It's been fourteen hours, but Pete misses him like it's been days, that primal part of him that longs to possess all of Kao's time flaring up in his stomach. He wants to lock the door and not let Kao out for a week. Maybe longer. "When's your deadline?"
"Tuesday," Kao says. He heaves a sigh into Pete's shoulder, then steps back. "I'm going to go shower."
Kao emerges from the bathroom half an hour later, a towel slung over his shoulders and a pair of sweatpants riding low on his hips. His pale skin is pink-tinged and soft to the touch when Pete leans over, resting his face on Kao's bare stomach.
"What?" Kao asks.
"You smell good," Pete says, inhaling deeply through his nose to prove his point. It's the same soap Pete uses, but it smells better on Kao.
Pete gets up to brush his teeth, watching from the bathroom door as Kao lays out an outfit for tomorrow and takes his nightly vitamins. He likes the domesticity of this nighttime routine. The two of them in the house that they share, hot headed teens turned adults before Pete was even aware that they were growing up.
Kao is already in bed when Pete finishes up in the bathroom. He sets his phone on the nightstand when Pete lies down beside him, turning to give Pete his full attention. "Hi," Kao says softly.
"Hi," Pete says back. He leans in, hand cupping around Kao's cheek, and kisses him.
For a moment, Kao smiles into the kiss, reflexive affection, but then his mouth relaxes and he slots his lips properly against Pete's. There's a well-rehearsed rhythm to their making out. Pete's hand slides around to the back of Kao's head, pulling him in closer, and Kao's lips part, the kiss deepening.
Pete tugs Kao on top of him, letting his free hand roam across Kao's bare shoulders, down the length of his spine to Kao's ass, where he squeezes. Kao makes a soft noise against Pete's mouth, and Pete can feel Kao's semi rocking into his thigh.
It's been at least a week since they've done more than jerk each other off in the shower and it's fine, Pete knows that Kao's been busy ever since he was assigned to this work project last-minute, but Pete feels like a giddy, horny teenager at the prospect of getting to fuck Kao. Last night, Kao had fallen asleep in the two minutes it took Pete to go to the kitchen, fill up a glass of water, and return, before Pete could even try to put the moves on. The fact that Kao is both awake and into it is a positive sign.
"I missed you," Pete says when Kao pulls away for air. He kisses the skin under Kao's ear, just a brush of lips, not hard enough to leave a bruise that might show under the collar of Kao's work shirt.
Kao rolls his hips, letting the hard line of his cock brush against Pete's erection. "I can tell," he teases. His lips, kiss-swollen and pink, quirk into a self-satisfied smile that floods Pete's chest with fondness.
But he can stare lovingly at Kao anytime. There are more important things at hand—namely his own hand sliding under the waistband of Kao's sweatpants, fingers tracing along the backs of Kao's thighs before pressing experimentally against his rim. At the touch, Kao's body shivers.
This spurs Pete on, and he pushes on Kao's shoulder, maneuvering the both of them until Kao is underneath him. He tugs Kao's sweatpants down over his ass and Kao kicks them the rest of the way off. For a moment, Pete sits back on his heels, admiring the view. Kao's cock is flushed and hard against his stomach, his thighs spreading automatically, waiting for Pete. He looks up at Pete through heavy-lidded eyes and Pete feels another rush of possessiveness in his veins.
"When you're done with your project, you should take a sick day," he says, and leans over to press a kiss to the inside of one of Kao's thighs. "Stay home with me."
"I'm not going to play hooky just to fuck," Kao says.
Pete kisses up higher, nose brushing Kao's balls. "Oh, am I not good enough for you?" he jokes, nipping lightly at Kao's thigh.
Kao makes a noise, half a hum of agreement and half a whimper. "You caught me," he says.
There's a trail of red marks across Kao's thighs when Pete finally lifts his head. Kao has his eyes closed, but he blinks them open, slow and dazed, when Pete runs a hand over his chest, fingers catching one of Kao's nipples.
"Still good?" Pete asks as he reaches over Kao to find the condoms and lube in their nightstand drawer.
"Yeah," Kao says. "Good."
Kao is pliable like this, his body relaxed as Pete pushes one of his legs up. Pete rubs his slick fingers across Kao's hole, then slides two fingers in easily. He takes his time, watching the way Kao takes his fingers, hot and wet around them. When Pete presses against his prostate, Kao grinds down into the touch.
When Pete looks up, though, Kao's head is lolled to the side, cheek pressed into the fabric of the pillow. His eyes are closed, lips parted in a soft exhale, and he is very, clearly falling asleep as Pete fingers him.
Pete sighs. "I guess we'll try this again another night," he says, taking his hand back.
Kao catches him by the wrist. He looks up at Pete through his eyelashes, and his voice is slow and soft when he says, "You don't have to stop. You can keep going."
The words catch in Pete's brain. They've never done anything like this before. They've had their fair share of morning sex while the two of them were both slipping fully into consciousness, waking up as they went, but right now, Kao looks close to dozing off. Pete's never thought about doing anything to Kao that he wouldn't be an active participant in.
On the other hand, Pete would really, really like to fuck Kao. "Are you sure?"
"I trust you," Kao says. "And it feels good, so just. Keep going."
There's a thrill to Kao's words, as though he's offering up a new piece of himself to Pete. The thought makes him feel warm all over.
He nudges at Kao's hip. "Roll over," he says, flopping down onto the bed beside Kao.
"What are you doing?" Kao asks, but he goes willingly, letting Pete push him onto his side.
Pete tugs his sweatpants down, then reaches for the condom. When he's ready, he slots himself behind Kao, spooning him like they do on lazy mornings. Pete guides Kao's knee forward, opening him up so that he can press his cock into Kao's hole.
Kao groans as Pete pushes into him. Even though he's out of it, his body is reacting on its own, grinding back against Pete.
With his arm under Kao's neck and a hand bracing the hard muscle of his belly, Pete holds Kao close to his chest. It feels like he's surrounding Kao, like he can move Kao however he wants, and it's hot in a way that Pete couldn't have anticipated.
He dips his head, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the top of Kao's spine, the back of his neck, wherever Pete can reach. Kao trembles with every thrust of Pete's cock and he's making these soft, whiny noises that, any other time, he'd try to hide under his hand or muffle with the pillow.
Pete hooks a hand around the back of one of Kao's thighs, pushing it up to his chest for better leverage. He has to make a conscious effort to slow down, to hold back on the sexual frustration he's been feeling all week. If he draws it out, he'll get more of this pliable, dazed Kao. Pete drags his hand from Kao's thigh up to Kao's chest, then to his mouth. Kao's lips part as Pete runs a thumb along his lower lip, sucking the tip of Pete's thumb into his mouth. It's a reflex, but Pete wonders if Kao would take his cock the same way.
A series of mental images flood Pete's brain: Kao blinking awake with Pete's cock in his mouth, Pete coming on Kao's slack, sleepy face. When Kao said keep going, he might not've realized he was creating a monster. But that's Pete for you—give him an inch and he'll take a mile. He'll make it good, though.
As he gets closer, Pete reaches down for Kao's cock, jerking him off to the same rhythm of his hips rolling against Kao's.
"Pete," Kao mumbles, face turning into the pillow as he gasps, coming all over Pete's fist. He squirms, body clenching around Pete.
"You're so good," Pete says. He uses his sticky hand to pull Kao in even closer, his last thrusts erratic before he comes.
For the next few moments, he lies there watching the steady rise and fall of Kao's chest as he catches his own breath. If he didn't need to clean up, Pete could fall asleep like this too, but someone has to take care of the condom and the wet patch on the bed,
Kao barely stirs as wipes him down. It's not until Pete rejoins him in bed, lights off and lube stashed safely away, that Kao rolls over, searching for Pete's body. Pete pulls him in close.
"Love you," he says.
"Love you too," Kao mumbles. Pete kisses the top of his head.