[ Many times, words are overrated. Larus finds that to be true about this moment as it is, grateful for the weight of Dorian against him as he sinks into the cushions beneath.
His mind flits to the first time they'd been in this exact same position. The first time they'd touched, the first time he'd been with someone else that didn't smell like incense or the sun on dark skin, and it's a little freeing to be so focused on Dorian rather than a memory of his life in a place on pause. There's the hint of whatever he'd had to drink, but it's dulled, a rush of breath against the mouth on his as his fingers slowly inch under Dorian's clothes to explore the familiar heat of his body. He'd like him close, even closer than this, and Larus shifts to part his legs, a knee bent to rest against the back of the sofa to accommodate him between his thighs.
Larus breaks the kiss and nudges his forehead against Dorian's. ] I want you.
[ In every way, as much as or as little as Dorian is willing to give. It's yet another confession, confirmation of whatever this is and his feelings. He won't speak of them yet, might not ever really admit to them, but like this, it's just a little easier to expose those thoughts to him. ]
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His mind flits to the first time they'd been in this exact same position. The first time they'd touched, the first time he'd been with someone else that didn't smell like incense or the sun on dark skin, and it's a little freeing to be so focused on Dorian rather than a memory of his life in a place on pause. There's the hint of whatever he'd had to drink, but it's dulled, a rush of breath against the mouth on his as his fingers slowly inch under Dorian's clothes to explore the familiar heat of his body. He'd like him close, even closer than this, and Larus shifts to part his legs, a knee bent to rest against the back of the sofa to accommodate him between his thighs.
Larus breaks the kiss and nudges his forehead against Dorian's. ] I want you.
[ In every way, as much as or as little as Dorian is willing to give. It's yet another confession, confirmation of whatever this is and his feelings. He won't speak of them yet, might not ever really admit to them, but like this, it's just a little easier to expose those thoughts to him. ]