“Hardly.” How the response fell without thought, for such a request was one of the simple pleasures he had in life. Carrying him, holding him close- how he’d not take a moment for granted, not now, nor ever. Love was a thing he felt more than undeserving of, so to have him desire his affections at all? It was a blessing, plain and simple.
His touch was merely a spark to ignite the flame within his chest, a warmth spreading where fingertips lay, leaving a heat wherever they would roam, his heart pounding in ways he’d never felt- perhaps that was merely the sensation of love, blooming like a flower that never experienced spring. Each time they were together, how it all felt so new, this concept of tender love and expressing it in such hesitant touch. How he’d began to crave more with each passing day- months of yearning only making him all the more certain of his desires.
Reason why he held no hesitation, lifting himself from his seated position, his lover still in his arms as he drifted down the hall. Cautious- yet hearing no other footsteps, making haste to Ita’s private quarters, closing the door and only hoping no one would disturb their time together. It was only then, in the dark of his room that he hummed, lips meeting his brow, the sound of his gentle breathing filling what space lay between them as he moved across the room to lay him gently on the bed before him.
“You call yourself greedy for wanting my attention- yet constantly I hope and desire that I cross your mind- that I fill your thoughts, your dreams… your desires… So who then is the more greedy out of the two of us? I’d like to believe I win this argument…” It was then a chuckle filled the space between them, lowering himself down onto a knee beside the bed, admiring his profile in the dim moonlight that streamed through the window. Hands carefully came to rest upon his thighs, filling the space between his open legs, longing to join him, but respecting his space- taking his time to tease. “Do you ever think of me, like this, when we’re apart…? or am I simply the love struck fool out of the two of us?”
He'd kept his head steady against his other's arm as he was softly whisked away. His eyes remained on Siebren's face as he carried him along. Watching him having to duck under the door due to the extra height he was granted via not touching the floor. Making him smile and hum just a little as though he were suppressing a laugh.
The room was basic. Not much to it besides the bed and perhaps a dresser. All the other commodities hidden within the walls or in the floor, as they'd only appear if manually summoned through holo-pad menus.Â
The day had gone by at an excruciatingly slow pace. Though this part of the evening was preferred. This was his comfort he was allowing himself to have now. His bed, his lover, his personal space. All in a box. All to himself. Eyes adjusting to the darkness of his room once he was finally put down and out of motion. He let out a sharp sigh of relief as he stretched his body. Arms and arching back releasing the tension he'd been feeling for hours.
He adjusted his legs while feeling Siebren getting comfortable before him. His hands were warm and fit the curve of his thighs like he was meant to put them there. His eyes tracing his partners silhouette that was vaguely illuminated by the moons rays hitting the room.
"Of course I do." One of his hands reached forward, his finger tips slipping ever so slightly under Siebren's shirt to feel at his abdomen. He lead them up, lightly tapping at his skin, feeling the curves of his muscles. He just wanted to touch him right now, like his own body called for it. Eyes focusing on the shadows of the fabric as it moved above his fingers.
"Especially when you're gone for so long sometimes...When they send you off for weeks.. I can't stand that." His gaze shifted to partnering eyes. At the same time he pulled his hand away to lay near the side of his head. In a way it was to toy with his lover. "But..if you come a little closer maybe I'll tell you just how much I think about you." He referenced to the gap between them as Siebren was still positioned a little more up right. He'd put his other hand forward once again, slightly tugging at his shirt fabric as an extra hint.
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