[ He likes the sound of his voice, he decides, in that moment. His accent, the sincerity of those words carving a place in his heart as he slides into him and settles. It's genuine, then. All of it, every moment they've shared and the ones Larus has yet to count. He can suffer at the hands of this city and whatever it does to him, but as long as he has this tucked safely away, it doesn't matter. He'll survive it, like he always does. It will become their new normal, no longer dancing around some unspoken thing they haven't addressed or given a name too.
It still has no name, but they're closer to it than before. That's enough.
Larus doesn't fight it when Dorian thrusts into him. He relaxes, doesn't make a sound as he pushes so deep that it's almost what he wants—to have him crawl so far inside him there's no ending or beginning to either of them. To share the same heartbeat, to share whatever else remains of himself that could be called human. It's an overwhelming impression that he makes an effort to bury as he leans into the hard rhythm that Dorian sets for them both. Good. He wants to feel it, wants to feel him, and it erases every other thought in his head as he rocks back against him each time they come together.
The pleasure is already sharp, but he doesn't reach down to touch himself, squeezing his eyes shut to center on everything about the man behind him. How he'd give him whatever he wanted, dangerous knowledge in the scheme of it all. But for now, this is all that he has to offer, and Larus urges him into a faster pace, needing nothing else and wanting no one else but him. ]
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It still has no name, but they're closer to it than before. That's enough.
Larus doesn't fight it when Dorian thrusts into him. He relaxes, doesn't make a sound as he pushes so deep that it's almost what he wants—to have him crawl so far inside him there's no ending or beginning to either of them. To share the same heartbeat, to share whatever else remains of himself that could be called human. It's an overwhelming impression that he makes an effort to bury as he leans into the hard rhythm that Dorian sets for them both. Good. He wants to feel it, wants to feel him, and it erases every other thought in his head as he rocks back against him each time they come together.
The pleasure is already sharp, but he doesn't reach down to touch himself, squeezing his eyes shut to center on everything about the man behind him. How he'd give him whatever he wanted, dangerous knowledge in the scheme of it all. But for now, this is all that he has to offer, and Larus urges him into a faster pace, needing nothing else and wanting no one else but him. ]