an intuition that
this is where i belong , standing with
you in my arms
Aion is many kinds of warmth to him: a soft blanket to wrap himself with on chilly nights; his sun on grey, windy days; the fuel that ignites a fire in his belly. A soft gasp escapes his lips, as if taken by surprise, his breath catching in his throat when Aion kisses him. It won’t take him long to remember how Aion’s mouth feels on his skin, but the fact it had become a novelty again at all tugs at his heart.Each successive touch, however, becomes more and more familiar, more instinctual; it’s reassurance the muscle memory will come back with time.
There were so many places Eros wanted to show him: the view from the mountain peak, the privacy of the canopied creek. Tonight, he leads Aion to his forest clearing bestrewn with flowers grown just for him. There were so many things he wanted to do with him, too, so much lost time to make up for. We have the rest of our lives, he reminds himself.
And I’ll savor every moment.
@aion and i did it too C'x
