"With you," has nothing to do with location. "I'm going to be with you."
Wherever that might be. (Daniel has to finish the tour. Louis has to finish chasing ghosts.) Maybe Brooklyn. Maybe New Orleans. Maybe Daniel would never want to return to Dubai, given the givens.
A luxury, to decide together. To live together in dozens, hundreds of places. To find one that will be theirs.
Louis bites his lower lip, a nip of blunt human teeth, before Louis asks in a low murmur, "Will you tell me what you want?"
He could guess. He doesn't want to guess. Slotted together this way, hips to hips, chest to chest, nails scratching lightly along Daniel's scalp each time Louis' hand tightens in his hair, Daniel occupies all of Louis' attention. This is good. Kissing the breath from Daniel's mouth is good. Having him laid out beneath him on the bed is good.
In Dubai, Louis knows he had taken the deep intimacy of Daniel's hands on his body and his mouth under his as enough. It is enough now still, even as Louis' body trembles wanting more. Wanting to bite him all over. Wanting to clutch him closer, so close the boundaries between their skin blur.
And then, lower, voice fraying breathless as he says, "I would kiss you like this for hours. It doesn't need to be anything else tonight."
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Wherever that might be. (Daniel has to finish the tour. Louis has to finish chasing ghosts.) Maybe Brooklyn. Maybe New Orleans. Maybe Daniel would never want to return to Dubai, given the givens.
A luxury, to decide together. To live together in dozens, hundreds of places. To find one that will be theirs.
Louis bites his lower lip, a nip of blunt human teeth, before Louis asks in a low murmur, "Will you tell me what you want?"
He could guess. He doesn't want to guess. Slotted together this way, hips to hips, chest to chest, nails scratching lightly along Daniel's scalp each time Louis' hand tightens in his hair, Daniel occupies all of Louis' attention. This is good. Kissing the breath from Daniel's mouth is good. Having him laid out beneath him on the bed is good.
In Dubai, Louis knows he had taken the deep intimacy of Daniel's hands on his body and his mouth under his as enough. It is enough now still, even as Louis' body trembles wanting more. Wanting to bite him all over. Wanting to clutch him closer, so close the boundaries between their skin blur.
And then, lower, voice fraying breathless as he says, "I would kiss you like this for hours. It doesn't need to be anything else tonight."