[It feels like an emotional break as soon as Cy says the word — and perhaps it would be more intense if they hadn't taken a moment earlier to reorient themselves, but he still finds himself boneless in Cy's hold. The little touches are significant, soft across tender spots where the hurt is made brighter in the aftermath of pleasure, adrenaline cooling.
His right arm fixes itself around Cy's shoulders and his legs remain a tight circle, ankles crossed. Cy picks him up like it's nothing, though it brings awareness to where they're still joined — slick and wet and impossibly intimate when no longer a matter of urgency.]
I feel the same. [His voice is a whisper, damp from crying. He sniffs, rubbing his cheek against Cy's shoulder.] I love you. [A hum.] It feels so easy to say that now. I love you.
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Date: 2024-07-17 08:10 pm (UTC)His right arm fixes itself around Cy's shoulders and his legs remain a tight circle, ankles crossed. Cy picks him up like it's nothing, though it brings awareness to where they're still joined — slick and wet and impossibly intimate when no longer a matter of urgency.]
I feel the same. [His voice is a whisper, damp from crying. He sniffs, rubbing his cheek against Cy's shoulder.] I love you. [A hum.] It feels so easy to say that now. I love you.