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[Trahearne is bigger, and just a little stronger, so try as Syrlya might he's unable to keep Trahaerne in his grasp and prevent him from thrusting longer, harder. Not that he doesn't want this, either.

He scrambles for perch, rocked against the bed and ultimately at the mercy of Trahearne's touch. His teeth bite down, gasping for air before he relents with a sharp cry to another kiss. His body shudders as the pressure starts to ache, desperate.]

[ The desperation is mutual. Trahearne's breathing grows heavy, hard; Syrlya's cry is accompanied by a deep moan as he keeps going. The bed creaks under them, Trahearne tightens his grip around him, wanting to hold him closer, even though he knows it is no longer physically possible. ]

S-Syrlya, I...

[ With the kiss broken, he bows his head, nestling his forehead against Syrlya's cheek; lightly, perhaps out of the need for something to be in his mouth, his tongue messily runs up his neck, teeth lightly scrape. Oh, he's so close. ]

[Syrlya's head falls back, giving Trahearne ample room around his neck. He attempts to gasp out Trahearne's name, but his tongue twists and he can only get out wordless cries in the place of syllables. He can't even think because every trust sends another wave through his body that washes away every thought. And he willingly drowns in the moment.

He doesn't even notice himself coming, doesn't hear the long, low moan out of his lips. Doesn't really feel the tingle that dances out of his hips and travels all the way to his fingertips. The only thing he is aware of is the feeling of Trahearne's arms around him, of his stamen, of his whole body grinding Syrlya's.]

[ The moan fills Trahearne with such indescribable joy, knowing he enjoys this. Knowing that he's the one giving him the enjoyment. That they're doing this together.

Peripherally, he is aware of the orgasm, but the feedback of emotion and arousal between them serves as precisely the thing that sends him careening over the edge. His body shudders as he slams himself all the way inside Syrlya, as he mouths his name in a groan against his skin. He holds him tighter. His breath feels short, a knot in his throat.

In the moments afterwards, as he slowly comes down, he feels like he's floating. Pure bliss fills his mind, his heart, and despite himself, he feels a smile crossing his lips. Reluctantly he pulls back slightly, dislodging an arm from beneath Syrlya.

And when met with the sight of his face, it feels like his breath is taken away. His lips part, faint flush on his cheeks, and there's a softness that glasses over his eyes. ]

You are the light of my life. [ Though his voice is hoarse, it is no less affectionate. He lays a hand on his cheek, thumb gently tracing the contours of his face. ] I love you, Syrlya.

[Syrlya's whole body jerks and he chokes as Trahearne throws all his weight into him and grips him tight and Syrlya feels every part of his orgasm.

And then the energy slowly winds down, Syrlya's grip slipping as he breathes heavily. But when he feels Trahearne start to back away, he lets out a whine of protest and scrambles to dig his fingers into his shoulders and clenches his legs. He's not ready for this moment to end yet.

He opens his eyes, blinking slowly in an effort to clear the haze as he looks at Trahearne.] Don't--don't be in such a rush, then.

[Don't pull away yet.]

[ Trahearne doesn't do much in the way of resist when Syrlya pulls him back down. A big smile crosses his face as he presses his face into his cheek again, nuzzling him. His hand wraps around him again, this time cradling the back of his head, weaving through the soft foliage. ]

I'm not going anywhere.

[ This time. He will stay by Syrlya's side so long as he can help it.

And he sinks into the other, tension dissipating as wholehearted affection replaces the tense longing and pining that had plagued him for so long. ]

Edited (smh) 2023-02-21 00:01 (UTC)

[Syrlya sighs, satisfied, as Trahearne sinks back down on him. In him. Everything is still a little sensitive, and dragging the touch out makes his nerves sting. Greedily, he doesn't want to give up the high completely.

His fingers run down Trahearne's spine, then curve over his rear and hold there. He tilts his head to give Trahearne room to nuzzle for a bit, before turning his head the other way so that he can look at Trahearne, so close, flushed and with a dazed and dreamy smile.] I love you.

[ Trahearne lifts his head slightly as Syrlya moves his head. The look on Syrlya's face fills him with so much adoration, he can't help but return with one of his own.

He shivers when Syrlya's hand comes to his rear, and he shivers again when he shifts, trying to keep himself in as deep as possible. He chuckles. ]

I love you, too. More than anything.

[A little sound escapes Syrlya's throat as Trahearne shifts. This lingering really emphasizes how big he is.

He continues to stare at Trahearne with warm adoration, nose to nose, until he tilts his head for an oh so slow and tender kiss.]

[ This kiss, Trahearne thinks, is the best one of his life.

He simply melts into Syrlya's lips, a quiet sigh escaping his nose; he sinks against him again, tilting his head so he may have as much of him as physically possible, and he kisses him again, and again, and again.

The kiss does not break for a long while, not until he feels yet again the need for air. And when he does, he feels sufficiently tired, but satisfied. ]

Stay the night.

[He could kiss like this forever, and almost considers it. But the adrenaline from fucking wanes, and he finds all the exertion from the day catching up to him.

It's a minute before he cracks his eyes open just enough to look at Trahearne.] Wasn't even a question in my mind.

[Of course he's staying.]

[ Of course he's staying.

It takes a great deal of effort for Trahearne to finally lift himself off and out of Syrlya, and an even greater effort for the both of them to actually get cleaned up. There's a buzz of pure happiness about him as they do, as they look at each other and share in kisses they never got to in Tyria.

After a shower shared, engaging in the ritual of cleaning each other, they return to bed, Syrlya nestled comfortably in Trahearne's arms. And as Trahearne drifts off, his face partially buried in Syrlya's hair, he thinks that he would have this no other way. ]

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