Missing out on this kind of bliss is unthinkable now. They’d been so foolish and scared, but they’ve grown together and now they have all this. Idia could cry, he can’t believe how much everything has changed. He almost can’t move yet, overcome by the enormity of making love to Cater without fear of being caught. It’s the start of their lives together.
He kisses Cater until breathing through his nose isn’t enough, breaking away to rain kisses over the ginger’s cheeks, his jaw, his neck and shoulders. Hips roll, the slow push and pull drawing a desperate noise from Idia. He can feel the warmth of sunlight on his back from the window, the golden glow through his pink flames like strawberry lemonade.
“Cay… I’m all yours, Cay….” How can his heart be any more full than it already is? But he can feel the warmth growing, chasing away the cold, until he can almost forget he had ever been lost.
Cater watches Idia through half-lidded eyes whenever they flutter open, torn between savoring every sensation and preserving a picture-perfect snapshot in his memories of this time between them. His hands roam, cupping, caressing, tangling, loving all of him as their bodies push and pull against each other at an easy, natural pace.
The intercourse is secondary to everything else, just another piece of the puzzle that is this expression of gratitude and devotion toward one another. Cater kisses Idia just as much in return, lips dotting and sliding against his pale skin. Every little angle, to him, is perfect no matter how sharp or strange.
"I'm so in love with you," he murmurs, almost as if to himself--but it's an admission he's more than happy to share with his lover.
There's no denying the warm, aching flutter in Idia's chest at those words. So much love and he feels like he'll burst. Is this really what it's like to live in the light? Is he truly allowed to have this? Again, as he has so many times in the past months, he swears he's dreaming and prays he'll never wake up from it. Even if this joy puts him at risk for the curse burning him, he refuses to give any of it up.
He moves without reservation, knowing that no one will walk in to catch them, no curfew to dodge and no need to restrain any sound. A deep lunge pulls a loud groan from him, hands sliding under Cater's backside to squeeze, hold, lift. Closer, he wants to be closer even if it's physically impossible, his flames brightly wild with pink and red, curls of fire licking at the air in coils almost like looping hearts. Their mouths find each other again, sharing breath, tongues tangling. More, more, more, he's selfish and greedy but it's okay because they both are, for each other.
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He kisses Cater until breathing through his nose isn’t enough, breaking away to rain kisses over the ginger’s cheeks, his jaw, his neck and shoulders. Hips roll, the slow push and pull drawing a desperate noise from Idia. He can feel the warmth of sunlight on his back from the window, the golden glow through his pink flames like strawberry lemonade.
“Cay… I’m all yours, Cay….” How can his heart be any more full than it already is? But he can feel the warmth growing, chasing away the cold, until he can almost forget he had ever been lost.
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The intercourse is secondary to everything else, just another piece of the puzzle that is this expression of gratitude and devotion toward one another. Cater kisses Idia just as much in return, lips dotting and sliding against his pale skin. Every little angle, to him, is perfect no matter how sharp or strange.
"I'm so in love with you," he murmurs, almost as if to himself--but it's an admission he's more than happy to share with his lover.
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He moves without reservation, knowing that no one will walk in to catch them, no curfew to dodge and no need to restrain any sound. A deep lunge pulls a loud groan from him, hands sliding under Cater's backside to squeeze, hold, lift. Closer, he wants to be closer even if it's physically impossible, his flames brightly wild with pink and red, curls of fire licking at the air in coils almost like looping hearts. Their mouths find each other again, sharing breath, tongues tangling. More, more, more, he's selfish and greedy but it's okay because they both are, for each other.