[It all feels too—right. Not perfect, not everything is perfect, but right now? This feels right. This feels as though he’s been waiting for this; that a part of him just become completed that he makes no move to pull away or to move. If anything, he responds to the kiss deeper, an insistent desire for more burning inside of him.
His mark tingles, burning with pleasure and it spreads through his body.
This is right. This is all he wants.
It’s not exactly feeling whole, but at the same time, it is. Like another half of his heart has clicked into place and it’ll stay there. As he feels himself pushed up against the lighthouse, his free hand coming up to tangle fingers into silver hair. The sound that escapes from him isn’t a moan, but resembles close—a soft sigh that it alone expresses the pleased feeling that envelops him.]
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His mark tingles, burning with pleasure and it spreads through his body.
This is right. This is all he wants.
It’s not exactly feeling whole, but at the same time, it is. Like another half of his heart has clicked into place and it’ll stay there. As he feels himself pushed up against the lighthouse, his free hand coming up to tangle fingers into silver hair. The sound that escapes from him isn’t a moan, but resembles close—a soft sigh that it alone expresses the pleased feeling that envelops him.]