"i've been waiting all night for you to tell me what you want , tell me, tell me that you need me"
He doesn’t want to wait, and he doesn’t have to; once they’re off the path, Aion pulls him even closer yet. His mouth is hot on Eros’s skin, and his neck hot against Eros’. Fireflies dance and wink around them, but surely they won’t judge. They’re looking for mates of their own, after all.
The trees giggle as a shiver runs down his spine and heat flashes back up. He swallows a raspy breath and blinks open his eyes—they sparkle, golden in the dim, firefly-lit forest. The tender crinkles at their corners belie his desire as he touches his nose to Aion’s. His flushed cheeks, though, are a pretty clear intimation.
Only their shaky breaths are audible, no owl’s hoot or cricket’s chirp to be heard. Not even the moon or stars can bear them witness, blotted out by the thick canopies above. In this moment, it’s only them, entwined and entranced by one another.
@aion we did it *u*
