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@obsidiantias​ said :   [ adore ] (^:

              how'd they get here   ?     /     fate's path had always been a mystery,     darkness shrouded the road forward,     even if it was the only road one could ever take    ;    with each step,     an opportunity for light to shine on this darkness.     with each step,     careful    &    meticulous,     solitary    &    with another,     something new each time.     be it their meeting,     no matter how long ago it was,     no matter the initial rivalry on rakan's side,     or the unending truths that came to light with each conversation.     it was always something new between them.     /     now,     here they lie in bed,     future uncertain,     but they care naught for it    ;    no,     no,     what mattered most was the present.     what mattered most was each other.

              admittedly,     he prefers their positions to be reversed,     for him to be on top ,     to be marveling down at zelgius    &    every little detail he could note.     (   that smile made of honey reserved for none other than him,     the doe - eyed gaze he sought for,     they were a treasure rakan cherished.   )     now   ?     he finds himself back to mattress beneath him,     albeit soft bed could never match the delicate touches zelgius gave him,     the way his fingers roamed over his body,     the way they danced    &    touched every part that could elicit velvety gasp from touch alone.     it's divine,     it's amazing,     it's zelgius that runs a hand over his chest,     pressing hips down against rakan's.     the intent was never to allure,     he doesn't think so,     he feels special.     fragile,     a careful treasure in supposed lover's eyes,     a temple worthy of worship through more than just dulcet vocalizations.

              not as if he particularly minded,     for the benevolent words flowed naturally,     they were never empty.     zelgius's heart delivered those sonants with a passion for him,     &    who is rakan to reject the advances of a tattered heart he cares for   ?     who is he to deny the love blooming in his heart for him,     him,     who has only ever questioned himself    &    his identity     (   they're jealous of his beauty,     they envy what they cannot have,     for zelgius belongs to no one.     even as they are together,     they are each other's but do not belong to one another.     their paths have conjoined,     decision to move onward together is of their own volition   ).

              he loves him.     he indulges in it,     in the barrage of kisses at one side of his neck,     in the traveling hand that rests on the other side.     rakan breathed,     a reminder that this is real as he cranes his neck,     granting more access,     desiring more from him.     more of those soft kisses,     more of that new sensation pressing against him     ———     it's hard.     it's hard to breathe consistently,     his breaths were short,     edging closer to panting than actually breathing     ———    &    he basks in it.     basks in the glory of this newfound feeling,     distinct from the many times he's bed someone    ;    their touches were rough,     he was rough,     previously uncaring    &    meant naught more than to satiate lust's fire,     reduce it to a dying ember.     but not with him.     lust may be a factor,     yet it is never at the forefront here,     it is their love that grants them ability to be careful,     to treat each touch as magical,     to truly care for not just the act itself,     but the indubitable fact that it's with each other    &    they care,     they care.

              ❛     zelgius     ——     ❜     out of breath,     the reverent touches,     the meaningful whispers of praise     ...     he yearns for a perpetual loop of this moment,     for time's sand to come to halt    &    grant them this quiet blessing    :    to remain with one another in their room,     away from public's eye.     for their act to go on forever.     to love him uninterrupted.     it is a selfish wish,     one that fate will not grant,     for that alone he must make the most of it.     ❛     please,     ❜     rakan doesn't recall when his arms wrapped around zelgius,     when his sharp nails gently dragged down the back of scarred flesh,     when one hand carded through azure hair    &    grasped it to keep him close.     fuck.     ❛     keep     ...     going.     i trust you.     ❜     cerulean hues sought verdants,     yet that desire must be withheld for now,     left for the upcoming act,     their shared act of love.

[ adore ] your muse being near reverent with mine in bed.