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helen of troy. ([personal profile] divorcing) wrote in [personal profile] followups 2024-12-07 05:47 am (UTC)

"Yeah," Louis breathes back. "Yeah, I was."

Holding these threads of though as Daniel moves, and Louis' entire body shudders through the sensation.

"I saw you," he says, a dreamy kind of unraveling. Daniel's curls are a mess, rucked into wild disarray made wilder now as Louis' fingers scrape slow across his scalp. Encouraging. "I knew you."

Looking at the boy Daniel had been across the bar and knowing then, him. Only him. No one else would have done. How easy he had been to talk to, easy for the first time in so many years. Long decades of holding pieces of himself in check, talking of everything but the most important parts of himself. Seeing him after, over and over, on screens and book jackets, knowledge locked away but always there.

"You," comes breathless, aching. Daniel is moving so slowly and it is agonizing. It is perfect. He is thinking of biting him, kissing him. Of bruises that would fade too quickly now. Louis' affection threads through all these things, burns brighter as they move together, the vast and overwhelming sea of Louis' affection-love-desire flowing forth as he whispers, "Me and you, if you want it. As long as you want it."

Forever whispering beneath this, because that's what Louis wants. Daniel, forever. Always in his life, always linked. Nothing new about it, this well-worn wish. It's so familiar. It weaves in alongside everything, held in its usual place.

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