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 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.