[All the moonlacing in all the world that he's ever experienced before now pales significantly in comparison to this. This moment, with Adrian crying out and the bed shaking and sweat beading on his brow and his palms — it's incredible and it leaves him panting for every breath, nearly bending Adrian in half with the way it draws him in.
Too late, he realizes that he never asked if it was okay to do this without a condom, and he definitely never asked Adrian's feelings about letting him come inside him, but by the time it occurs to him, it's already a moot point. Adrian comes, and his own resolve shatters on the very next thrust, shaking all over as he follows him over the edge, buried to the hilt inside him.
Breathing hard, he releases Adrian's legs and falls forward a little, planting a hand onto the mattress on either side of Adrian's shoulders to catch himself as chroma and afterglow wash over him. He feels warm, he feels powerful, he feels good, he feels —
His gaze lands on Adrian's face, flushed and soft and so full of adoration — for him, he did that, he made him so fucking happy — and all of a sudden something bottled up inside him just...dislodges from where it'd been stuck, and finally falls free.
This is really it, isn't it. This is being in love with someone else. Not just the words, not just the standards and expectations, but — this, this is it. This is it and it's his and there was a time when he couldn't have begun to imagine he'd ever be able to feel like this again.
He's in love.
Holy shit.
A truly embarrassing little noise, halfway between a sob and a whimper, wrenches out of his throat before stuttering into a laugh, and as he gazes down at Adrian the sight of him starts to go a little blurry as his own eyes turn wet.
And yeah, he ought to say something, whether it be something romantic or just an apology for coming inside Adrian when he definitely never asked if he could, but all the words in the world fail him so he just lowers himself down, completely indifferent to the mess getting sandwiched between them, and captures Adrian's lips in a kiss that goes on and on through hiccuping laughter and shuddering whimpers both.]
i specifically wrote a cursed comment because it's #666
Too late, he realizes that he never asked if it was okay to do this without a condom, and he definitely never asked Adrian's feelings about letting him come inside him, but by the time it occurs to him, it's already a moot point. Adrian comes, and his own resolve shatters on the very next thrust, shaking all over as he follows him over the edge, buried to the hilt inside him.
Breathing hard, he releases Adrian's legs and falls forward a little, planting a hand onto the mattress on either side of Adrian's shoulders to catch himself as chroma and afterglow wash over him. He feels warm, he feels powerful, he feels good, he feels —
His gaze lands on Adrian's face, flushed and soft and so full of adoration — for him, he did that, he made him so fucking happy — and all of a sudden something bottled up inside him just...dislodges from where it'd been stuck, and finally falls free.
This is really it, isn't it. This is being in love with someone else. Not just the words, not just the standards and expectations, but — this, this is it. This is it and it's his and there was a time when he couldn't have begun to imagine he'd ever be able to feel like this again.
He's in love.
Holy shit.
A truly embarrassing little noise, halfway between a sob and a whimper, wrenches out of his throat before stuttering into a laugh, and as he gazes down at Adrian the sight of him starts to go a little blurry as his own eyes turn wet.
And yeah, he ought to say something, whether it be something romantic or just an apology for coming inside Adrian when he definitely never asked if he could, but all the words in the world fail him so he just lowers himself down, completely indifferent to the mess getting sandwiched between them, and captures Adrian's lips in a kiss that goes on and on through hiccuping laughter and shuddering whimpers both.]