[We can shamefully whisper our admissions of gaming indulgence behind our hands. Because after an evening of searching I ordered myself a proper name brand shiny thing! It feels ridiculous--our living room is going to look like a damn rave from all the rainbow laptop lights. But what can I say, I was seduced by the awesome sale that I found. I am such a sucker for a good sale.]
Slowly, Aurus opened his eyes once more, his gaze settling on Charles, bright and clear and once again finding that expression of warmth and intimacy that he'd only been able to show fleetingly throughout the day. It had required careful discretion then, but there was no one else to see them now, and the only person who might judge them harshly was Charles himself.
He was sure that this would all still feel daunting for the man, the way that breaking (or at least stretching and bending) taboos always felt daunting, particularly at threshold moments when the act was just about to begin. Why, then, break taboos at all? It could only be because of desire, the pull towards an intimacy too captivating to ignore. With himself and Charles, Aurus felt that it was like the current of a river--sometimes it flowed low and hidden stirring the silt deep down, and sometimes it rose up in a visible rush that tugged and rippled right to the surface. Tonight it could touch the open air, as free and as heady as it wanted to be.
Aurus set the bowl back on the table and lay down, setting his head slowly against the cushion in Charles' lap, and looking up at him. Before he settled fully, he reached for the man's hand, seeking the press of fingertips against his own, an affirmation of the connection between them not on a telepathic level but simply on an emotional one.
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Slowly, Aurus opened his eyes once more, his gaze settling on Charles, bright and clear and once again finding that expression of warmth and intimacy that he'd only been able to show fleetingly throughout the day. It had required careful discretion then, but there was no one else to see them now, and the only person who might judge them harshly was Charles himself.
He was sure that this would all still feel daunting for the man, the way that breaking (or at least stretching and bending) taboos always felt daunting, particularly at threshold moments when the act was just about to begin. Why, then, break taboos at all? It could only be because of desire, the pull towards an intimacy too captivating to ignore. With himself and Charles, Aurus felt that it was like the current of a river--sometimes it flowed low and hidden stirring the silt deep down, and sometimes it rose up in a visible rush that tugged and rippled right to the surface. Tonight it could touch the open air, as free and as heady as it wanted to be.
Aurus set the bowl back on the table and lay down, setting his head slowly against the cushion in Charles' lap, and looking up at him. Before he settled fully, he reached for the man's hand, seeking the press of fingertips against his own, an affirmation of the connection between them not on a telepathic level but simply on an emotional one.