he knew, or surmised, that first morning in the showers. love has been laid bare in action and deed, in the growth that sasuke has shown as he flourished beneath his hand. he has known, but hadn't anticipated it would become a tangible sentiment sheltered between them, spoken into being like the spin of filigree glass. catching love's first light in a fractal shimmer warm with all the colours of sunrise.
his brows lift. it leaves his expression looking broken open, softly vulnerable in the moment. hearing the admission, he's overcome, briefly — torn between a loving admiration and the awareness that he had abstained from saying it aloud himself only because he wasn't certain it wouldn't make sasuke run away. if this conversation is teaching him anything, it's that he should be giving him more credit.
the tether of their hands serves to pull sasuke in, closer against him. he kisses him as if seeking to claim the words from the lips that spoke them, the tongue that shaped them. he kisses him airless, lifting his free hand to skirt along sasuke's thigh, his hip, his side. even when sasuke's need to breathe becomes apparent, he shifts his focus to his throat, where soft presses of his lips offer affirmation. between these kisses, then, he speaks — ）
Je t'aime au-delà du temps.
（ sasuke might recognize a word here and there. he knows now that je means i. but after a moment, pulling back enough to meet his eyes, brushing the fringe of his hair back from his face, he offers the translation in full: ）
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he knew, or surmised, that first morning in the showers. love has been laid bare in action and deed, in the growth that sasuke has shown as he flourished beneath his hand. he has known, but hadn't anticipated it would become a tangible sentiment sheltered between them, spoken into being like the spin of filigree glass. catching love's first light in a fractal shimmer warm with all the colours of sunrise.
his brows lift. it leaves his expression looking broken open, softly vulnerable in the moment. hearing the admission, he's overcome, briefly — torn between a loving admiration and the awareness that he had abstained from saying it aloud himself only because he wasn't certain it wouldn't make sasuke run away. if this conversation is teaching him anything, it's that he should be giving him more credit.
the tether of their hands serves to pull sasuke in, closer against him. he kisses him as if seeking to claim the words from the lips that spoke them, the tongue that shaped them. he kisses him airless, lifting his free hand to skirt along sasuke's thigh, his hip, his side. even when sasuke's need to breathe becomes apparent, he shifts his focus to his throat, where soft presses of his lips offer affirmation. between these kisses, then, he speaks — ）
Je t'aime au-delà du temps.
（ sasuke might recognize a word here and there. he knows now that je means i. but after a moment, pulling back enough to meet his eyes, brushing the fringe of his hair back from his face, he offers the translation in full: ）
I love you beyond time.