I'm sure, without taking a breath, licking into Daniel's mouth. No hesitation, no thought required, only the certainty of: I'm sure.
Something in the way Louis settles into his mind akin to how Louis eased his way into Daniel's lap. Close, and now closer, drawn in, shuddering at what they fall into, what Daniel feels for him. Overwhelming, to be so well-loved. To feel what Daniel feels for him, to know Daniel can feel him, nowhere to hide when linked so closely. Louis, who has been missing Daniel for months, who wanted him for decades. Who feels it, love, but has no words for it.
Who didn't kiss him in 1973. Who can remember kissing him in Dubai only in parts and pieces. Daniel, who asks if Louis is sure when he has always been so certain about Daniel from the first moment they met.
"I'm sure," is a murmur against Daniel's mouth. Sunk so far into Daniel's head that the words echo there even as Louis says them aloud. As the enormity of his desire mingles in with Daniel's pride and love and trust, a heady mix. Tangling and overlapping, distinct only in the tenor of what belongs to Louis', desert dry giving way to New Orleans warmth and circling back again, and all of it a beating heart, all of it tender and desperate, held so long inside him even before Louis fully knew he'd carried it from that little apartment. Half undressed now under him, offering anything still, anything because he trusts Daniel so much, so deeply.
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Something in the way Louis settles into his mind akin to how Louis eased his way into Daniel's lap. Close, and now closer, drawn in, shuddering at what they fall into, what Daniel feels for him. Overwhelming, to be so well-loved. To feel what Daniel feels for him, to know Daniel can feel him, nowhere to hide when linked so closely. Louis, who has been missing Daniel for months, who wanted him for decades. Who feels it, love, but has no words for it.
Who didn't kiss him in 1973. Who can remember kissing him in Dubai only in parts and pieces. Daniel, who asks if Louis is sure when he has always been so certain about Daniel from the first moment they met.
"I'm sure," is a murmur against Daniel's mouth. Sunk so far into Daniel's head that the words echo there even as Louis says them aloud. As the enormity of his desire mingles in with Daniel's pride and love and trust, a heady mix. Tangling and overlapping, distinct only in the tenor of what belongs to Louis', desert dry giving way to New Orleans warmth and circling back again, and all of it a beating heart, all of it tender and desperate, held so long inside him even before Louis fully knew he'd carried it from that little apartment. Half undressed now under him, offering anything still, anything because he trusts Daniel so much, so deeply.
Can't you feel how much I want you?