His name on her tongue… was it the first time he'd ever welcomed the sound of his own name? —on the rare occasion it even was his real name? Yes, definitely. Usually, he had to imagine himself away. He didn't now. For all he found greatest comfort and enjoyment in attending to her rather than himself, it was still him, here, with her, and she made that okay. It was okay that he was… himself. How had she done that, even before she'd meant to, time after time? transmuting his whole existence by needing him, letting him walk beside her on roads he'd always wanted to follow himself but, just for himself, never could…
I love you coursed through his head in a dozen languages, a few possibly coming out in gasps, before he had to kiss her again… solder them together even more, closer, yes— as he swelled and stroked and throbbed in her, needing so badly to bring her over the edge, and starting to feel like he might be able to follow her there, again, after all…
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Date: 2019-06-06 09:08 pm (UTC)His name on her tongue… was it the first time he'd ever welcomed the sound of his own name? —on the rare occasion it even was his real name? Yes, definitely. Usually, he had to imagine himself away. He didn't now. For all he found greatest comfort and enjoyment in attending to her rather than himself, it was still him, here, with her, and she made that okay. It was okay that he was… himself. How had she done that, even before she'd meant to, time after time? transmuting his whole existence by needing him, letting him walk beside her on roads he'd always wanted to follow himself but, just for himself, never could…
I love you coursed through his head in a dozen languages, a few possibly coming out in gasps, before he had to kiss her again… solder them together even more, closer, yes— as he swelled and stroked and throbbed in her, needing so badly to bring her over the edge, and starting to feel like he might be able to follow her there, again, after all…