neck kisses that turn into love bites – from arthur. because i am unwell
↪ 𝑲𝑰𝑺𝑺 ﹠ ᵀᴱᴸᴸ . // accepting!
in the magnetic aura of arthur's company, or, more precisely, in the elaborate orchestrations that brought him into arthur's sphere, he experienced an overwhelming sensation—as if he had imbibed an entire bottle of wine without a single sip. a delightful fuzziness, reminiscent of the intoxication from the finest vintage of his family's cherished roja, enveloped him. the heir, typically resolute in his opinions and unyielding in their defense, found himself surprisingly susceptible. it was as if arthur, perhaps through an enchanting spell or more likely by the sheer force of his own love struck heart, held sway over him in a way that eclipsed all else. there was no way arthur could ignore the fact that the heir seemed to swoon and melt in his presence. while some might have found embarrassment in revealing such vulnerability, it wasn't the case for luca; his genuine emotions effortlessly triumphed over any inclination to bury one’s true feelings for fear of seeming weak or sensitive to those around them.
they lounged on the couch, ensnared in each other's embrace, luca's leg draped over arthur's thigh. luca leaned into him, going toward him with his entire existence—the only way he knew how. his eyes closed with a flutter as his head tilted to the side with his curls cascaded along with it, creating more room for the other and deep ruby painted his cheeks. their lips brushed against his neck, teeth delicately nibbling at his soft skin, eliciting a giggle that bubbled up. his palms pressed firmly against their bodies, fingers curling in to pull them closer and keep them there.
“i have dreamed of you so often, you no longer feel real.”
