[in the midst of all that, lucidity truly settles in. while getting lost in Yzak as he's lost in him, Blue becomes aware that this? this is a dream. that in sleeping, they had become entangled, drawn together by the resonance of their mutual wants to connect. that fascination for the fiery, human passion had let Blue meld so easily to suit Yzak's needs, and in those needs Blue found some of his own.
his breathing matches pace with Yzak's as the man comes down from his high, their fingers still tightly laced together, the weight of him settling atop him so heavy and secure, that sensation of him still in him...
his other arm wound around Yzak's back shifts so his hand can move up his back and rest between his shoulders, holding him close, wishing for this connection to last, even as his waking heart fears it'll be forgotten. each little kiss he presses to Yzak's forehead is another little hope he can impress the goodness of now into the man's guarded, doubtful heart.]
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his breathing matches pace with Yzak's as the man comes down from his high, their fingers still tightly laced together, the weight of him settling atop him so heavy and secure, that sensation of him still in him...
his other arm wound around Yzak's back shifts so his hand can move up his back and rest between his shoulders, holding him close, wishing for this connection to last, even as his waking heart fears it'll be forgotten. each little kiss he presses to Yzak's forehead is another little hope he can impress the goodness of now into the man's guarded, doubtful heart.]
I hope...you remember this.