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[ just like marines learn how to sleep whenever they get the chance, stay at home dad's learn to make out literally whenever they can, no smooching foreplay necessary.
mako pulls them together, but raleigh takes the initiative to roll on top of her and wiggle between her legs. her skin is still a little damp, still a little warm from the heat of the shower, and her shorts ruck up easily when he nestles between her thighs. the only difference between them and horny teenagers is that they're not worried about their parents coming home, and raleigh doesn't immediately start humping her. he's more than capable of kissing her without popping a boner, and is content to lick along the seam of her lips. ]
mako pulls them together, but raleigh takes the initiative to roll on top of her and wiggle between her legs. her skin is still a little damp, still a little warm from the heat of the shower, and her shorts ruck up easily when he nestles between her thighs. the only difference between them and horny teenagers is that they're not worried about their parents coming home, and raleigh doesn't immediately start humping her. he's more than capable of kissing her without popping a boner, and is content to lick along the seam of her lips. ]
[ one tuesday morning, raleigh strolls into yancy's pastel green room to find his son standing in his crib, clinging to the bars and bouncing happily when he sees his calls of daaaa have finally been answered. yancy smiles, and raleigh smiles back, and picks up the toddler to carry him to the changing table and take care of his swollen, pee filled diaper. they change, they dress (raleigh wears blue jeans and a white shirt, yancy wears a red shirt and no pants) and head downstairs for a breakfast of mashed bananas and cheerios (raleigh's in a bowl, and yancy's spread all along his high chair tray).
mako is long gone for work this morning, and raleigh's on casual dad duty because he doesn't have to get them up and anywhere today. there's no important doctor's appointment, and no grocery shopping to do, so the two of them kick back and relax.
they watch the news and build with blocks on the living room until the phone rings. it's a long distance phone call from tendo, one of their bi-weekly check-in's, and raleigh's chuckling at something the other man says and is almost too distracted to realize that yancy's stood up to knock over his block tower and then toddled towards him. it's more than twenty little baby steps to get from the center of the living room to where the landline is hooked into the wall, and raleigh looks over in time to catch the last ten. and it's an amazing sight to see — suddenly all those hours bent double with yancy's little baby hands around his fingers and supporting most of his weight while the child tip toed around seemed worth it, and raleigh's dropping the phone down on the hook so he can sink to his knees and beckon the tiny dark haired baby into his arms.
once they start walking, they can't be stopped, he's been told. but it's still incredibly exciting, and raleigh composes half a text to tell mako before deciding it's going to be better to surprise her.
so here they are, four hours later. raleigh heard mako's car in the driveway and restrained their baby until he heard the door open and close, and the rustle of her jacket. then she calls for them — raleigh? and he takes that as a green light to usher yancy around the corner. he's running for all that a baby can, still not having mastered the heel-toe formation and kind of toddling on his tip toes and bow legs. raleigh's right behind him, urging him on with all the enthusiasim he would with the puppy they planned to get after new years. ]
Go get her — go get mama! Goooo get her, come on Ya —
[ and, of course, about six feet from mako, he faceplants. ]
mako is long gone for work this morning, and raleigh's on casual dad duty because he doesn't have to get them up and anywhere today. there's no important doctor's appointment, and no grocery shopping to do, so the two of them kick back and relax.
they watch the news and build with blocks on the living room until the phone rings. it's a long distance phone call from tendo, one of their bi-weekly check-in's, and raleigh's chuckling at something the other man says and is almost too distracted to realize that yancy's stood up to knock over his block tower and then toddled towards him. it's more than twenty little baby steps to get from the center of the living room to where the landline is hooked into the wall, and raleigh looks over in time to catch the last ten. and it's an amazing sight to see — suddenly all those hours bent double with yancy's little baby hands around his fingers and supporting most of his weight while the child tip toed around seemed worth it, and raleigh's dropping the phone down on the hook so he can sink to his knees and beckon the tiny dark haired baby into his arms.
once they start walking, they can't be stopped, he's been told. but it's still incredibly exciting, and raleigh composes half a text to tell mako before deciding it's going to be better to surprise her.
so here they are, four hours later. raleigh heard mako's car in the driveway and restrained their baby until he heard the door open and close, and the rustle of her jacket. then she calls for them — raleigh? and he takes that as a green light to usher yancy around the corner. he's running for all that a baby can, still not having mastered the heel-toe formation and kind of toddling on his tip toes and bow legs. raleigh's right behind him, urging him on with all the enthusiasim he would with the puppy they planned to get after new years. ]
Go get her — go get mama! Goooo get her, come on Ya —
[ and, of course, about six feet from mako, he faceplants. ]
[ This? This is good. Mako is content with Raleigh's kisses, adoring the way he takes it slowly -- reminds her that this is what she's missed. It's the sweetness of intimacy, a connection reforged even without sex, and she's running her fingers through his hair, tender and yearning.
She loves him, and it's never more clear in moments like these, where she parts her lips and invites him in, her thighs parted to accommodate him comfortably, savouring the weight of him before she hums. ]
You feel heavier.
She loves him, and it's never more clear in moments like these, where she parts her lips and invites him in, her thighs parted to accommodate him comfortably, savouring the weight of him before she hums. ]
You feel heavier.
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