[ He feels Enri’s arms around him. Feels himself melting (in honey) (like honey) (like softest fallout after rapture), holding loosely onto Enri and then leaning closer, wanting to feel Enri’s heart against his cheek, and Darius thinks and Darius feels he has been marked and rendered new all over, and every breath seems marked with distant firelight and coming dawn.
There’s a jarring that startles him, briefly, but resolves to find his head where he desired it, Enri’s heart beating just against Darius’s hearing, and Enri’s arms still holding him, and Darius drawing his own arms closer still. Enri’s laughter trilling resplendence through his thought, Darius smiling and nuzzling, nuzzling against Enri’s warm-glowing skin.
There’s a pressure at his chest; Enri tending to Darius’s blood. Enri looking after, taking care of Darius, and yes Enri had said ’I’ve go you’ and yes Darius knows, a certitude that runs within his marrow. Yes, Enri’s there (Enri’s here, always here) through and at the end of every ecstasy. Enri, the source of every joy and raucous ascension. Puppy, the boy kneeling before him and the god who hand-in-hand climbed up above the world.
Enri takes such good care of him. In ruin and in mending.
Darius’s body hums. His breath shivers hitched, slowing gradually, and he reaches for Enri’s cheek, exhaling a pleased sound when he finds contact, the form of this beautiful god. His thumb begins a slow, a shuddered caress, and his eyes speak wonder, his eyes speak thrall and adoration.
He could stay here forever.
He will stay here, with Enri, forever. After all, the world is what and where they make it. The world blooms where Darius and Enri are, together.
Smiling softly, voice hushed, dazzled, unwavered, Darius speaks— ]
How is it that the world can hold you?
My Love, my god.
[ He leans upward, feeling heaviness in his limbs, feeling a pleasant burn at his chest, at his hips, his lip, everywhere his Puppy in worship bit or caught. And there’s a kiss for Enri’s other cheek before Darius rests his head again, looking up, eyes caught with Enri’s (what else, oh what else could he wish to hold in gazing?). ]
You are incomparably brilliant.
And that—
[ His smile sharpens to a smirk, and he nudges Enri with just a little force, sets a kiss to his chest with a momentary graze of teeth. ]
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There’s a jarring that startles him, briefly, but resolves to find his head where he desired it, Enri’s heart beating just against Darius’s hearing, and Enri’s arms still holding him, and Darius drawing his own arms closer still. Enri’s laughter trilling resplendence through his thought, Darius smiling and nuzzling, nuzzling against Enri’s warm-glowing skin.
There’s a pressure at his chest; Enri tending to Darius’s blood. Enri looking after, taking care of Darius, and yes Enri had said ’I’ve go you’ and yes Darius knows, a certitude that runs within his marrow. Yes, Enri’s there (Enri’s here, always here) through and at the end of every ecstasy. Enri, the source of every joy and raucous ascension. Puppy, the boy kneeling before him and the god who hand-in-hand climbed up above the world.
Enri takes such good care of him. In ruin and in mending.
Darius’s body hums. His breath shivers hitched, slowing gradually, and he reaches for Enri’s cheek, exhaling a pleased sound when he finds contact, the form of this beautiful god. His thumb begins a slow, a shuddered caress, and his eyes speak wonder, his eyes speak thrall and adoration.
He could stay here forever.
He will stay here, with Enri, forever. After all, the world is what and where they make it. The world blooms where Darius and Enri are, together.
Smiling softly, voice hushed, dazzled, unwavered, Darius speaks— ]
How is it that the world can hold you?
My Love, my god.
[ He leans upward, feeling heaviness in his limbs, feeling a pleasant burn at his chest, at his hips, his lip, everywhere his Puppy in worship bit or caught. And there’s a kiss for Enri’s other cheek before Darius rests his head again, looking up, eyes caught with Enri’s (what else, oh what else could he wish to hold in gazing?). ]
You are incomparably brilliant.
And that—
[ His smile sharpens to a smirk, and he nudges Enri with just a little force, sets a kiss to his chest with a momentary graze of teeth. ]
Ah, Love. That was beautifully done.