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

[ And on your fiancee's end, it's all shades of odd and pleasant, floating somewhere between only vaguely registering things in the aftermath and letting himself start to slip under. Perhaps he was perfect to you in those final moments of you fucking him, for you had successfully broken him in, rendering him incapable of much else beyond responding to everything you did.

As things stand, he is still molding himself against you out of instinct. You'll have to excuse the fact that he isn't speaking, though. He's still catching his breath, eyes shut because of the still fading heat that had seared across his vision during the highest point of his pleasure, insides still pressed snugly around your cock since you haven't quite pulled out. ]

[ There's a soft, low hum from deep in his chest as he pulls you closer and hides his face in your neck. Breathing you in is like breathing in home -- but then you've become that for him in a number of ways. ]

You okay? [ That's murmured against your ear a little over a minute in.

If you're uncomfortable, he can pull out. He probably should in a little bit in any case. ]

I'm more than okay.

[ Murmuring that with a smile. It's followed up by one of his hands snaking around and smoothing its fingers over your back, up and down, over the ridges of your spine.

Things would be so much better if the two of you could just stay like this for the next couple of days, or weeks. Heck, if you could both just not do anything Arcadia and everything Each Other, that would be wonderful. ]

[ While you do that, he's reaching up to brush the hair out of your eyes. ]

You sure? [ He doesn't doubt you. You'll be able to tell that much, through the shared link. He just has to ask. It's been pretty crazy of late. ]

[ Making a small and contented noise when you do that, and leaning a bit more into your touch. ]

I'm sure now.

[ As sure as he can be, at any rate. This little exercise with the Grand Reaping has been more interesting than he originally anticipated. ]

Okay. [ There's a smile before he draws you close again, lips pressing into your hair as his arms settle around you. He starts to ease himself out of your body though, because as convenient as the lubricant was, its something from Ys, and he doesn't trust it as far as to get too comfortable.

You are free to pick that up. Your lovemaking has kind of... fried his internal circuits.

After a bit though: ] It's going to be over soon. Isn't it? This part, at least.

[ There's a soft sigh on your boy's end the moment you pull out, followed by the slightest shudder from your fiancee. He doesn't move away, though, and does seem perfectly content with staying this close. ]

Yes, I think it will be. [ A beat. ] I hope it will be, at any rate.

[ Too many things have stirred up old ghosts, and reminded him of the ache of old wounds. ]

[ That's his arm tightening around you reassuringly. ]

Me too, babe.

[ It'll be a relief to see this first engagement wrap up with a favorable outcome. He won't underestimate Gradlon, but he's prepared to bet money that between the two current Kings of Summer, Oberon's the better in more aspects than just one.

Nuzzling your forehead again at that. ] You sure you're good?

[ He won't pry. You'll get that much through the link. Some things can be left to brew for the meantime, but he's always ready to listen if you need him to. ]

[ That gets you a reaction: the light lift of your boy's eyebrows, and a quirk of his lips that does not quite match the way the look in his eyes has gone a little still. ]

That's twice in a row, love.

[ What are you thinking? What's wrong? What do you need to know?

He is getting all of that through the link, and he appreciates it. Still, that you're asking again means something. ]

[ If he freezes for a bit when you point that out, it's only because you've got him caught. What he does offer as he looks straight into your eyes is the apology in them. ]

Sorry, [ lifting a hand to your cheek now, brushing his thumb over your skin. A lot's been happening. ] I'm just making sure.

[ This is Arcadia, Land of Fucked-Up Things. This is Ys, which is so offensive in so many ways he's pretty much lost count. There is the matter of how the children kept by the Căpcăun upset you. And related to that, one blond, little girl who had shyly offered a flower in a wordless offering of hero-worship it looked like his blade mate's story, redux.

He won't press. He just wanted to check that you are good. There is time. He is holding to that belief. ]

I just always want to make sure where you're concerned. Old habits die hard.

[ Watching you intently as you respond to him, and then leaning in once you're done to kiss you softly on the lips. When he withdraws, he's smiling. ]

Don't ever apologize for worrying about me. I'm not really used to having someone checking in the way you do, but... it's nice.

[ He means it. ]

Honestly, I'm as "okay" as I could possibly be. It's difficult to articulate.

[ But the fact that he is pushing himself up after one last kiss on your mouth and going for his cigarettes means that he's willing to try for you. ]

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

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