[ He isn't cognizant of the time. Mostly because he can tell the sun isn't up and there's no real desire to travel anywhere else, eventually slipping out of the spare room an hour or so after Dorian leaves to settle on the couch. There's not much for him to do, not many people he wants to spend the effort of time on. So, he browses the network and reads a few of the more interesting pieces of literature out there before eventually growing bored with that.
Dorian's return is oddly specific, picking up his heartbeat as soon as he's on the same floor, and Larus considers going back to the other room. But no. He isn't a coward, so whatever transpires between them this time will be over and done with just as quickly. Except...
There are no words.
He leans in and drags him close, the hard press of his mouth there and sharp. Like a balm to the ache Dorian had left in his chest when he'd asked for space, and it's almost instinct by now to return the kiss, seeking out the heat of his lips and the warmth that comes from him naturally despite the slight coolness of the very early morning weather still clinging to parts of him. Larus kisses him automatically and then gets a hand between them, resting it against Dorian's chest to create enough of a gap that he can look at him. ]
Why? [ There's mostly confusion in the question, trying not to think about how much he still craves to lean into him again. ]
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Dorian's return is oddly specific, picking up his heartbeat as soon as he's on the same floor, and Larus considers going back to the other room. But no. He isn't a coward, so whatever transpires between them this time will be over and done with just as quickly. Except...
There are no words.
He leans in and drags him close, the hard press of his mouth there and sharp. Like a balm to the ache Dorian had left in his chest when he'd asked for space, and it's almost instinct by now to return the kiss, seeking out the heat of his lips and the warmth that comes from him naturally despite the slight coolness of the very early morning weather still clinging to parts of him. Larus kisses him automatically and then gets a hand between them, resting it against Dorian's chest to create enough of a gap that he can look at him. ]
Why? [ There's mostly confusion in the question, trying not to think about how much he still craves to lean into him again. ]