Enrion: (Enrion responds to the shift, his own embrace tightening, tinged desperate. (He hurt him. He hurt him enough to bleed, where the blood wasn't red, only a translucent glint of light, and every time Enrion thinks of it, his breathing hitches.))
Enrion: (He wanted so badly to have his perfect exclusivity, Destro all to himself, he almost ruined it all. When Destro is telling him things, secret things, important things. Sharing himself -)
Enrion: (Giving himself.)
Enrion: (And he promised not to hurt him. He /promised/ that.)
Enrion: (He can't breathe quite right. He hears Destro speaking, and the words are familiar and soft and lovely, but he did something unspeakably wrong.)
Destro: ((it occurs to destro that he'll need to, he'll want to address the... enrion mentioned jealousy. that. he'll address that at some point. it isn't for this moment. it isn't anything destro can begin to approach, save to think over and over again there's nothing to be jealous or and never was. but the boy doesn't know that. and this isn't the time.)
Destro: it's been a long night, and this place alone isn't easy to take. puppy, i understand.
Enrion: (He doesn't say anything else; he tilts his chin, angling to look up at Destro with agonized, searching eyes, seeing how much damage he did - and asking what he can do.)
Destro: puppy, i'm here. beside you.
Enrion: (And shakes his head. It's not the place.)
Enrion: (It's not the history, the place, the secrets.)
Enrion: (He eases back so he can look up earnestly, without clinging, his hands resting on the other man's sides.) No matter what. --
Enrion: No matter how far I go, or how long I live.
Enrion: I will never stop being yours.
Destro: (difficult to stay standing. difficult to keep his thoughts in focus, or he has no need for thoughts, need only focus on enrion's face, those eyes, the depths rung through his voice.)
Destro: (and he feels enrion's hair beneath one hand, enrion's cheek (when did he find the boy's cheek?) (he'd touch that cheek always, if he could) (always, no matter how far, no matter how long))
Enrion: (He's certain of one thing more, as well; his jaw sets and he presses a hand before Destro can say anything.)
Enrion: I never /want/ to stop being yours.
Destro: (what the boy's saying should be... could be gratifying. a boost for his ego, a set of phrases to stake pride on. but what enrion says becomes none of these things. the boy's words sink deeper and, yes, catch deeper in, more inextricable from destro's lungs.)
Destro: (and he wouldn't want it to be otherwise. and it's all exquisite beyond language.)
Destro: (his pulse wild and his breath slow. enrion's words ringing through him, taking residence within him.)
Destro: oh, puppy.
Destro: (he drops to one knee beside the boy, the better to meet his eyes, the better to offer his caress)
Destro: you never will.
Destro: my enri. i couldn't draw you from me if i tried. ...nor would i. i don't...
Destro: there would be so little without you.
Destro: my fondness. my enri.
Destro: (100% watching him with wonder now. destro's sorrow not vanished, but largely overwhelmed by wonder.)
Destro (by - whether destro knows it or not - something very like (Something that is) adoration.)
Enrion: (Enrion responds to each caress as though they contain miracles, are in themselves miraculous. (Destro is down here on the ground, in the dirt, with him.) (Level with him.) (Equitable.))
Enrion: (He feels something building in his chest, that could be a howl or could be just greater-than-fondness that wants to sit inside him, and he'll let it. He'll carry it with him for all the many long years he lives. There's never going to be anyone like this man, or what this man is to him.)
Enrion: (And softly, assuring and certain, with his eyes on Destro's, his hand seeking Destro's cheek, he manages (around all that building) (surprising his voice is steady and not a cry, not a howl)-)
Enrion: You'll always be mine, too.
Enrion: (He must have learned it somewhere - to make a promise sound like a threat and a vow. Maybe from Destro.)
Destro: (his eyes won't leave enrion's, though he could sink into the comfort of those words, could wrap himself in every sound and steady toning of the boy's voice (pervasive voice, resonant voice that strikes destro resonate, nearly or could-be- radiant)--
Destro: --but the watching is dire, but he won't lose those eyes (won't lose this boy), and his lip flickers a sorrowed--
Destro: --smile turning warmer, turned pleased in the aftershock of that, oh, that steady could-be-growl, that promise-wound-imperative. (this beautiful boy. this --
Destro: --unmatched light who sees and knows him well, who holds him, who will always hold him.) (who he might always hold; will, oh will always hold)
Destro: yes, enri.
Destro: every day, every moment, and always.
Destro: my puppy. stay with me.
Destro: my own; you have me.
Destro: (his smile grows slightly, warms deeper, and his hand presses the boy's cheek, and he could...)
Destro: (and he does.)
Destro: (kiss enrion's forehead, sainted.)
Destro: (and kiss the boy's mouth, not lingering but absolutely adoring.)
Enrion: (A slow nod, and maybe behind his eyes, not so distant, there's a flicker of something woken and unconstrained, primal and vicious. An impulse toward devastation to keep and please what's his. (An impulse that invites Destro to test him, to try him. To watch what blood he'll run to keep his (love) (mate) Daddy.)) (His eyes slip shut over that violence, the remnants of his expression drifting towards rapture as first one kiss finds his forehead, then another graces his lips.)
Enrion: (He parts them with a moan, willing Destro back - how could he have forgotten this, in a moment of rage?)
Enrion: (How he feels electric and possessed, certain of everything in the world.)
Destro: puppy.
Destro: my enri.
Destro: (another kiss, a little more lingered, a way of assuring the boy that yes, his certainty can hold sealed: destro will never relinquish enrion, and destro will never be relinquished.)
Destro: let's go home, puppy.
Enrion: (A beat.)
Enrion: (Enrion watching him intently, serious - intent and intense, full of adoration and want.)
Enrion: (His fingertips trace a reverent path down Destro's cheek before he leans in and brushes his lips against the corner of the other man's mouth. )
Enrion: (His words are whispered, breath against skin, heated and loving.) I am home, Daddy.
Destro: (there, all of the (hope) (fondness) assurance he needs in the world. in that kiss, and...)
Destro: (he feels improbable, feels lightheaded and aflame and granted the boon of freshest, clearest air.)
Destro: (And he smiles. and he breathes the skin against his own, and he could stay here forever, here with his enri, his home, oh always his home.)
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Enrion: (He wanted so badly to have his perfect exclusivity, Destro all to himself, he almost ruined it all. When Destro is telling him things, secret things, important things. Sharing himself -)
Enrion: (Giving himself.)
Enrion: (And he promised not to hurt him. He /promised/ that.)
Enrion: (He can't breathe quite right. He hears Destro speaking, and the words are familiar and soft and lovely, but he did something unspeakably wrong.)
Destro: ((it occurs to destro that he'll need to, he'll want to address the... enrion mentioned jealousy. that. he'll address that at some point. it isn't for this moment. it isn't anything destro can begin to approach, save to think over and over again there's nothing to be jealous or and never was. but the boy doesn't know that. and this isn't the time.)
Destro: it's been a long night, and this place alone isn't easy to take. puppy, i understand.
Enrion: (He doesn't say anything else; he tilts his chin, angling to look up at Destro with agonized, searching eyes, seeing how much damage he did - and asking what he can do.)
Destro: puppy, i'm here. beside you.
Enrion: (And shakes his head. It's not the place.)
Enrion: (It's not the history, the place, the secrets.)
Enrion: (He eases back so he can look up earnestly, without clinging, his hands resting on the other man's sides.) No matter what. --
Enrion: No matter how far I go, or how long I live.
Enrion: I will never stop being yours.
Destro: (difficult to stay standing. difficult to keep his thoughts in focus, or he has no need for thoughts, need only focus on enrion's face, those eyes, the depths rung through his voice.)
Destro: (and he feels enrion's hair beneath one hand, enrion's cheek (when did he find the boy's cheek?) (he'd touch that cheek always, if he could) (always, no matter how far, no matter how long))
Enrion: (He's certain of one thing more, as well; his jaw sets and he presses a hand before Destro can say anything.)
Enrion: I never /want/ to stop being yours.
Destro: (what the boy's saying should be... could be gratifying. a boost for his ego, a set of phrases to stake pride on. but what enrion says becomes none of these things. the boy's words sink deeper and, yes, catch deeper in, more inextricable from destro's lungs.)
Destro: (and he wouldn't want it to be otherwise. and it's all exquisite beyond language.)
Destro: (his pulse wild and his breath slow. enrion's words ringing through him, taking residence within him.)
Destro: oh, puppy.
Destro: (he drops to one knee beside the boy, the better to meet his eyes, the better to offer his caress)
Destro: you never will.
Destro: my enri. i couldn't draw you from me if i tried. ...nor would i. i don't...
Destro: there would be so little without you.
Destro: my fondness. my enri.
Destro: (100% watching him with wonder now. destro's sorrow not vanished, but largely overwhelmed by wonder.)
Destro (by - whether destro knows it or not - something very like (Something that is) adoration.)
Enrion: (Enrion responds to each caress as though they contain miracles, are in themselves miraculous. (Destro is down here on the ground, in the dirt, with him.) (Level with him.) (Equitable.))
Enrion: (He feels something building in his chest, that could be a howl or could be just greater-than-fondness that wants to sit inside him, and he'll let it. He'll carry it with him for all the many long years he lives. There's never going to be anyone like this man, or what this man is to him.)
Enrion: (And softly, assuring and certain, with his eyes on Destro's, his hand seeking Destro's cheek, he manages (around all that building) (surprising his voice is steady and not a cry, not a howl)-)
Enrion: You'll always be mine, too.
Enrion: (He must have learned it somewhere - to make a promise sound like a threat and a vow. Maybe from Destro.)
Destro: (his eyes won't leave enrion's, though he could sink into the comfort of those words, could wrap himself in every sound and steady toning of the boy's voice (pervasive voice, resonant voice that strikes destro resonate, nearly or could-be- radiant)--
Destro: --but the watching is dire, but he won't lose those eyes (won't lose this boy), and his lip flickers a sorrowed--
Destro: --smile turning warmer, turned pleased in the aftershock of that, oh, that steady could-be-growl, that promise-wound-imperative. (this beautiful boy. this --
Destro: --unmatched light who sees and knows him well, who holds him, who will always hold him.) (who he might always hold; will, oh will always hold)
Destro: yes, enri.
Destro: every day, every moment, and always.
Destro: my puppy. stay with me.
Destro: my own; you have me.
Destro: (his smile grows slightly, warms deeper, and his hand presses the boy's cheek, and he could...)
Destro: (and he does.)
Destro: (kiss enrion's forehead, sainted.)
Destro: (and kiss the boy's mouth, not lingering but absolutely adoring.)
Enrion: (A slow nod, and maybe behind his eyes, not so distant, there's a flicker of something woken and unconstrained, primal and vicious. An impulse toward devastation to keep and please what's his. (An impulse that invites Destro to test him, to try him. To watch what blood he'll run to keep his (love) (mate) Daddy.)) (His eyes slip shut over that violence, the remnants of his expression drifting towards rapture as first one kiss finds his forehead, then another graces his lips.)
Enrion: (He parts them with a moan, willing Destro back - how could he have forgotten this, in a moment of rage?)
Enrion: (How he feels electric and possessed, certain of everything in the world.)
Destro: puppy.
Destro: my enri.
Destro: (another kiss, a little more lingered, a way of assuring the boy that yes, his certainty can hold sealed: destro will never relinquish enrion, and destro will never be relinquished.)
Destro: let's go home, puppy.
Enrion: (A beat.)
Enrion: (Enrion watching him intently, serious - intent and intense, full of adoration and want.)
Enrion: (His fingertips trace a reverent path down Destro's cheek before he leans in and brushes his lips against the corner of the other man's mouth. )
Enrion: (His words are whispered, breath against skin, heated and loving.) I am home, Daddy.
Destro: (there, all of the (hope) (fondness) assurance he needs in the world. in that kiss, and...)
Destro: (he feels improbable, feels lightheaded and aflame and granted the boon of freshest, clearest air.)
Destro: (And he smiles. and he breathes the skin against his own, and he could stay here forever, here with his enri, his home, oh always his home.)