[ It feels like wonder. Every time Enri speaks of him as home, any time Enri speaks of happiness, of happiness with Darius as the root and cause. It feels like wonder and sends Darius half-giddy, sets his heart tripping over itself. Draws warmth all through him, radiating from his chest.
(If Darius were given to questioning himself, he might ask how it’s possible that he could be a force of happiness for anyone, let alone this brilliant man, young and bright and dazzling. Might wonder how it’s possible that he’s found anyone who can exist in consonance with him so perfectly, who draws from him such fascination and such adoration. Might wonder how it’s possible that he, who has never found fondness with anyone, let alone love (oh, love, he does love this man, a thought that warms Darius all over again), could at last come into this ecstasy of adoration.
But he’s a god, and Enri is a god, so of course they found one another; so of course they exist in perfect consonance, and Darius doesn’t wonder.)
(Still, it thrills him. Still, it flutters beyond explanation, beyond probability, beyond the containment of any earthly reason.)
(Still, he knows a humming gratitude in every moment; knows his fortune in the depths and in the lingering of amber eyes, the trace of Enri’s touch along his skin.)
The warmth is tripped into electric sparking and a catching in his lungs when Enri speaks of next time, Darius biting his lip without intention, Darius aching his next against the thought, one hand flying to cover Enri’s at his chest, at his blood.
And when Enri grimaces, when Enri gives the not-chair a theatric assessment, Darius huffs a laugh and cuddles closer against Enri, reaching up to run a hand along his jaw. As if coaxing his attention back toward Darius. As if to say - his half-smile bright, toned with mischief and with adoration - ’There’s more important business here, Love, my love, the source of every fondness.’ ]
Insatiable tease.
How fortunate we have a weekend ahead of us, hm? I promised you salvation; I’m certain we can find holiness along the way, as well.
Holiness and further holding.
[ He shifts to better wrap his own arm around Enri’s back, pressing Enri’s back and nuzzling against Enri’s chest to draw himself nearer, nearer, as close against Enri’s warmth as he can. ]
Love. There is nothing better than seeing to your happiness. Than sharing in our home.
And I do love to hold you. I’m afraid I won’t ever let you go; you’ll simply have to resign yourself to being happy forever.
As will I, Love.
[ There’s a kiss for Enri’s cheek, for Enri’s jaw, then for Enri’s lips, gentle and persistent, a set of lingering brushing presses that ends in a gentle tug of the man’s lower lip.
Glancing at the not-chair and back at Enri, raising an eyebrow— ]
Renault’s typically pissed about something. I expect they’ll survive.
[ Again he sets a hand to Enri’s cheek. Bracing, as if to guard the world away. ]
Daddy will take care of it, Puppy; don’t you trouble yourself.
Only know that Daddy love you. That you are all my adoration.
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(If Darius were given to questioning himself, he might ask how it’s possible that he could be a force of happiness for anyone, let alone this brilliant man, young and bright and dazzling. Might wonder how it’s possible that he’s found anyone who can exist in consonance with him so perfectly, who draws from him such fascination and such adoration. Might wonder how it’s possible that he, who has never found fondness with anyone, let alone love (oh, love, he does love this man, a thought that warms Darius all over again), could at last come into this ecstasy of adoration.
But he’s a god, and Enri is a god, so of course they found one another; so of course they exist in perfect consonance, and Darius doesn’t wonder.)
(Still, it thrills him. Still, it flutters beyond explanation, beyond probability, beyond the containment of any earthly reason.)
(Still, he knows a humming gratitude in every moment; knows his fortune in the depths and in the lingering of amber eyes, the trace of Enri’s touch along his skin.)
The warmth is tripped into electric sparking and a catching in his lungs when Enri speaks of next time, Darius biting his lip without intention, Darius aching his next against the thought, one hand flying to cover Enri’s at his chest, at his blood.
And when Enri grimaces, when Enri gives the not-chair a theatric assessment, Darius huffs a laugh and cuddles closer against Enri, reaching up to run a hand along his jaw. As if coaxing his attention back toward Darius. As if to say - his half-smile bright, toned with mischief and with adoration - ’There’s more important business here, Love, my love, the source of every fondness.’ ]
Insatiable tease.
How fortunate we have a weekend ahead of us, hm? I promised you salvation; I’m certain we can find holiness along the way, as well.
Holiness and further holding.
[ He shifts to better wrap his own arm around Enri’s back, pressing Enri’s back and nuzzling against Enri’s chest to draw himself nearer, nearer, as close against Enri’s warmth as he can. ]
Love. There is nothing better than seeing to your happiness. Than sharing in our home.
And I do love to hold you. I’m afraid I won’t ever let you go; you’ll simply have to resign yourself to being happy forever.
As will I, Love.
[ There’s a kiss for Enri’s cheek, for Enri’s jaw, then for Enri’s lips, gentle and persistent, a set of lingering brushing presses that ends in a gentle tug of the man’s lower lip.
Glancing at the not-chair and back at Enri, raising an eyebrow— ]
Renault’s typically pissed about something. I expect they’ll survive.
[ Again he sets a hand to Enri’s cheek. Bracing, as if to guard the world away. ]
Daddy will take care of it, Puppy; don’t you trouble yourself.
Only know that Daddy love you. That you are all my adoration.
[ Then, voice softening, smile turning conspiratorial, smile promising tender, devotional catastrophe— ]
And I have fresh honey waiting for us at home.