[Thankfully, the partner is well! Breathing is stil... eh. I thought it was getting better but woke up sore this morning. And no need to apologize! Take as long as you need in replies. If the thread isn't your cup of tea any more, just let me know and we can end it. Otherwise, I'm happy to tag whenever you can. ^_^]
At first, it was almost delicate. Something slow and tender, a realization of time spent together learning, trying to understand, and in their own way, desiring. Anticipation realized. Charles let himself remember the motions, something forgotten over the many years since Moira (and so much else) had left his life. One hand crept up to instinctively tangle fingers into his partner's hair but on touching the flehsy texture of leaves, momentarily paused.
What he wasn't expecting was the sudden surge of Aurus - mouth, hands, body. It took his breath away as their bodies pressed together yet his body felt like it remembered, shifting to allow the planes of muscle and skin to lie flat to each other, thighs tucking in properly to one another. Here he could feel every inch of the elegant body that so closely resembled his in general shape but the little differences ticked off in his mind. The sensation of veins, the ripple of leaves, the way the texture of what Aurus 'wore' moved against his own clothing.
So far beyond a dream. A Dream, instead.
It was overwhelming, if he was pushed to ask, but it didn't matter. A part of him had been building up to this, had needed it for a while now, and it urged him past the protective cocoon he had placed himself in. There was the unforgiving part of himself, the part that told him that here he was fully functional, that it would be different outside of it, but the sheer knowledge that Aurus had been touchy in his own right even outside of here, with no knowledge that he would be able to walk here, put up a barrier against those thoughts that only allowed them to leak thrugh as Charles started to give back to match.
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At first, it was almost delicate. Something slow and tender, a realization of time spent together learning, trying to understand, and in their own way, desiring. Anticipation realized. Charles let himself remember the motions, something forgotten over the many years since Moira (and so much else) had left his life. One hand crept up to instinctively tangle fingers into his partner's hair but on touching the flehsy texture of leaves, momentarily paused.
What he wasn't expecting was the sudden surge of Aurus - mouth, hands, body. It took his breath away as their bodies pressed together yet his body felt like it remembered, shifting to allow the planes of muscle and skin to lie flat to each other, thighs tucking in properly to one another. Here he could feel every inch of the elegant body that so closely resembled his in general shape but the little differences ticked off in his mind. The sensation of veins, the ripple of leaves, the way the texture of what Aurus 'wore' moved against his own clothing.
So far beyond a dream. A Dream, instead.
It was overwhelming, if he was pushed to ask, but it didn't matter. A part of him had been building up to this, had needed it for a while now, and it urged him past the protective cocoon he had placed himself in. There was the unforgiving part of himself, the part that told him that here he was fully functional, that it would be different outside of it, but the sheer knowledge that Aurus had been touchy in his own right even outside of here, with no knowledge that he would be able to walk here, put up a barrier against those thoughts that only allowed them to leak thrugh as Charles started to give back to match.