Laying here in Daniel's arms, like a much loved thing.
The ever present urge to, you know, bite him all over abated, satisfied, for having done that a little and then some. For the open display of affection, for the vocalised desire for him to stay. Soon, that great flood of feeling that had almost pushed Armand adrift, that too withdraws, and he breathe a little like a boot isn't planted on his sternum, pressing down.
Some undisclosed amount of minutes later, Armand shifts, brushes his lips against where he'd been resting his head. A matter of fact rearrangement of bodies into something less like they collapsed mid-fuck. Raises himself up a little, enough that they can see each other, if still pressed in close.
"I want to stay," sounds like reiteration, which he realises, adds, "For sometime. I want to cancel your plans for the week."
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The ever present urge to, you know, bite him all over abated, satisfied, for having done that a little and then some. For the open display of affection, for the vocalised desire for him to stay. Soon, that great flood of feeling that had almost pushed Armand adrift, that too withdraws, and he breathe a little like a boot isn't planted on his sternum, pressing down.
Some undisclosed amount of minutes later, Armand shifts, brushes his lips against where he'd been resting his head. A matter of fact rearrangement of bodies into something less like they collapsed mid-fuck. Raises himself up a little, enough that they can see each other, if still pressed in close.
"I want to stay," sounds like reiteration, which he realises, adds, "For sometime. I want to cancel your plans for the week."
To start with, anyway.