[What else can a body do but respond, especially when it belongs to someone who has always been inclined to be perfectly attuned to the person he has ended up falling in love with? It does not help, of course, that he can't exactly turn off how powerful every sensation is to him, how precisely detailed. He knows, for example, which hand is against his skin because he can feel the map of the the lines on their palms. He knows the differences between each kiss depending on how you kiss him and where, because he can tell how it fits against him/on him. And the way you smell.
By the time you've taken to holding him in place and forcing him to look at you, his breathing has gone completely ragged, and his eyes are dark with pleasure, reflecting just how far you've sunk into his bloodstream, how you've invaded his thoughts. And he doesn't miss the fact that you've chosen to speak to him in the first language that the two of you shared.]
I love you.
[He responds in kind, just as the expression on his face breaks a little further and shows you just a bit more how shattered he is by just how much he loves you.]
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By the time you've taken to holding him in place and forcing him to look at you, his breathing has gone completely ragged, and his eyes are dark with pleasure, reflecting just how far you've sunk into his bloodstream, how you've invaded his thoughts. And he doesn't miss the fact that you've chosen to speak to him in the first language that the two of you shared.]
I love you.
[He responds in kind, just as the expression on his face breaks a little further and shows you just a bit more how shattered he is by just how much he loves you.]