icarusalsoflew | 003. and in every raindrop... // open post.

[ Wakefulness comes slow: first it is scent ( the residual mix of sweat and sex, the mix of cloves and mint that you favor underscored by that smell that's distinct to cigarettes ) and then it is sound ( people moving about with the crunch of grass beneath the weight of feet among other muffled things, the wind outside, muffled voices; ) and then his eyes open and focus, adjusting to what light there is, which leads to the shapes, the hints of color in the tent you two have taken to sharing.

He doesn't move at first. His body feels wrecked, aching in places he didn't know he could ache and as he dimly navigates that threshold of just-barely awake, he remembers the sight of you above him in those last few rounds, the precise weight of your hands as you pinned him down and the way you both came together, again and again, and again.

His skin has cooled now, the oil that you used on him having run its course. That makes him register acutely, the crawling flush up the back of his neck before he shifts over those sheets just a fraction so that he can hide his face in the pillow beneath his head.

That was some... pretty... amazing sex. Um, wow? ]

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[ It's the change in your breathing that tips him off before anything else. Rely on your boyfriend to notice something as small as that.

Smiling down at the way you're curling up, and then - since you're right within reach anyway - letting his fingers wander through your hair. He's feeling particularly possessive of you at the moment, which naturally includes wanting to find every excuse to go back to touching you again, even if he'll have to stick to doing so in small doses given how intensely he's screwed you on these very sheets as of late.

No words for the moment: just this. ]

[ He surprises himself when he starts at the feel your fingers in his hair, freezing, for a moment before he slowly relaxes and sinks back into that bed. He's quietly peering up at you now, nose and the lower half of his face obscured by his bicep. You are free to notice the shy slant to his gaze, as well as the minute pause when he's managed to take the sight of you in.

You're so goddamn beautiful it hurts.

If his eyes dart away, it's only because he's suddenly contrite and embarrassed -- but not in a bad way. He just... won't... move... too much. Damn. Damndamndamn. Fucking morning wood. ]

[ Moments like this make him remember just how young you actually are, especially in comparison to him. He forgets, at times, because you're such a steady presence in his life, and you usually make it a point to step up out and beyond yourself for the ones you love the most.

Chuckling, even as he's still keeping up those soft, hopefully soothing movements with his fingers through your hair, his hand on your head and the side of your face that he can reach. ]

Suddenly shy, huh?

[ Saying that with that gentle tone that he tends to use on you when he thinks that while you really don't have to act the way you are right now, he is pretty sure that he gets why, and he's not going to rib you for it.

You're not so bad yourself.

Nothing, however, can stop him from appreciating the finer points of his fiancee, though, from all of those cute little responses you're giving him right down to your ass. ]

[ It's telling that he doesn't respond the way he usually does, with words that seem right for the moment. He's still going through the motions of processing the events of last night, right down to taking stock of how the parts of his body feel. His smile will reflect in the slant of his eyes, right before he leans into your touch.

It is... really nice to finally feel like that unnameable itch that he's been trying to scratch has been -- for the moment at least -- satiated.

Okay. Let him at least remember how to talk: ] You don't need me to get up right now, right?

[ Sheepish, soft, and also incredibly comfortable in your presence. ]

I might need a little bit before I start walking around.

[ He's just going to bend down for a moment and kiss you on the cheek now. ]

I could fix that for you, you know. We can't have the Bethrothed of the Blade King moving about with a mysterious limp.

[ You do love him for his wicked humor too, right... ]

[ And mmmm, that is a good kiss.

Yeah, he's going to sort of roll over so he can reach up and draw you back down for just one more. ]

Just leave me a few things to remember last night by.

[ Soft and amused now. You left scratches and some bruising but they're nothing he can't heal on his own. That is, if he had a mind to. ]

[ Making a soft and low noise of approval against your mouth, and smiling into that kiss. The smile stays when he withdraws - but he doesn't pull back very far.

He can still smell himself on you. That is such a turn on. ]

So that I can study them again later?

[ His hand is seeking out one of yours, tangling your fingers together and drawing your palm up and over his heart. ] If you want to, I'm not going to stop you.

[ There's the tell-tale tug of a smile at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes are searching yours. This kind of banter feels familiar. It's nice.

A quick nip over your knuckles now. ] Honestly though, I just like knowing that they're there.

[ Take that confession as you will, babe. ]

[ He's just going to ditch the pipe now. There will be plenty of time to smoke later.

The smile on your fiancee's face is growing, and while it's clear that he has noticed it, he apparently can't be bothered to hide it. ]

Care to explain why?

[ That smile is getting answered in turn by the one that this one ends up biting back -- just a little. ]

You mean I need actually need to explain why I have no problem with love marks from my fiancee.

[ He likes knowing he excited you that much. You're often so careful in handling him, it's refreshing to see you let go. To know that he had a hand in it by just being himself. ]

[ Chuckling. ]

Not everyone is into that sort of thing. [ A beat. ] Not everyone who's been with me is too keen on giving me more things to use against them the next time we fuck.

[ Yep. Going there all over again. ]

[ That smile of yours is so damn dangerous, Hikaru. He'll answer it back with him looking down at some indeterminate point between you, seemingly thoughtful. ]

Well, just so that we're both clear, [ his voice is soft and idly musing. ] I am fine with giving you things to use against me when we do fuck.

[ Tongue in cheek for a bit, and then he's turning his gaze back up your way. The expression on his face is equal parts dead serious and totally honest, because he means it; every last word. He liked last night's change of pace. It was new and different kind of high. Whether or not that's Arcadia's influence doesn't really matter -- because at the end of it all, you offered, he took it, you both benefited in the end. ]

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Then I do solemnly swear to believe you, and promptly test these boundaries at every possible opportunity.

[ Know that you brought this upon yourself, and he loves you. ]

[ His hand reaches for you at that, fingers ghosting along your jaw and lingering at your chin as he all but drinks the sight of you in. ]

Kiss me again? [ He murmurs that, a finger curling around one loose, long strand of your hair. ] And promise me last night won't be the last time we do that.

[ It feels daring, almost, for the words to actually leave him. This is as much a confession as it is a request. You've given him something he didn't think he'd get and that in itself is plenty. ]

[ Maybe you caught the slight shiver beneath your boy's skin right at the pads of your fingertips before he closed the distance between you both, and took your lips with his lips. He lets that kiss go on for a while, because he wanted to see if he could still taste himself in your mouth.

(He can.) ]

That's the furthest thought from my mind.

[ And that statement is going to be answered with a smile and a sigh, his lips parting to receive you as soon as you lean in. His hands lift up so he can tangle his fingers into your hair and cradle your head as you both kiss. ]

Good.

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