"I'll ask as many times as you want," Louis promises, breathless, throat bared as his head tips back. Wanting still, desire mingling with forever and me and you and us.
Forever in whatever form forever takes. Possibility like a shimmering ocean laid out in front of them as Daniel fucks into him and Louis holds onto him, encouraging, all grasping hands and drum of his heel at the back of Daniel's thigh. More telegraphed in all the ways Louis moves under him, the flash-fire catch of sensation in his mind.
What has Louis learned in a century on this earth? He's learned that things shatter apart and come back together after.
Forever. Forever, because Louis cannot parse out any future where Daniel is not desperately important to him. Where Daniel isn't everything, precious and vital and beloved. What changes that? Nothing. They've already been all the worst things to each other. Louis left him, when he should never have strayed from his side. What can be worse than that?
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Forever in whatever form forever takes. Possibility like a shimmering ocean laid out in front of them as Daniel fucks into him and Louis holds onto him, encouraging, all grasping hands and drum of his heel at the back of Daniel's thigh. More telegraphed in all the ways Louis moves under him, the flash-fire catch of sensation in his mind.
What has Louis learned in a century on this earth? He's learned that things shatter apart and come back together after.
Forever. Forever, because Louis cannot parse out any future where Daniel is not desperately important to him. Where Daniel isn't everything, precious and vital and beloved. What changes that? Nothing. They've already been all the worst things to each other. Louis left him, when he should never have strayed from his side. What can be worse than that?