Poetic Solangelo snippet request! (Adult)
I wake every morning next to him now. I broke through the wall that is Nico Di Angelo. Tearing each layer down with bloody fingertips as if I was clawing through cement and glass. I am the only one who gets to see this, the delicacy of him.
I am the one who sees everything, the fear, the pain, the joy and bliss. Joy and bliss brought by no one but me, me. I am the one who gave that to him. Unable to swing a sword yet making him feel safer than surrounded by an army. I broke his face into the smile that now sits there daily, the one who made him laugh for the first time in years. It was hard for him, laughing. At first it sounded like a choked noise that his throat wasn’t quite used to. Like singing a pitch never reached before. Now it jingles in the cabin like bells hanging above every doorway. These are the things I think about laying next to him.
Naked and sprawled on the bed next to me, safe. No longer worried about being battle ready. Spilling every drop of vulnerability out on display for me and me alone to lap up. I spent years trying to crack the cask of it and now that I have I refuse to repair the damage. Scars fall into relief in pure white in the moonlight as they dance along his skin. Claw marks and sword edges riddle his topography like a 3D relief map of horror. I’ve not only felt them but I’ve kissed them. Healed for years but still very painful, he’s not ashamed of them anymore. Fighting shirtless in the arena is now a new tactic for him, intimidating his opponent with fights of the past that have him still standing.
It took a year for him to show them to me, and even then it was because he had been hurt again. Another bloody badge to add to his coating of alabaster. He was afraid to show me, but he showed me. After that he didn’t want to hide it any more. It took another six months to touch them.
The first time we kissed was in the pouring rain, he needed it as a sort of barrier to work up the courage. The rain started to drown us as we ran from the strawberry fields, we both tripped and fell into eachother with him on top of me. Rain drops blinding my view as his lips touched mine setting my body steaming. Afterward he begged me not to tell anyone, saying this was private and only our business. That I was he only one he would subject himself for display, no one else. Part of me hated that, I wanted to shout it from the rooftops. The other part of me loved that I was the only one he wanted to show that side of himself to, made me feel special to be allowed in such a tight bubble.
The first time I saw him naked was not sexy. Torn worse for ware by some demon in the woods. Barely making it out alive, I was so worried he wouldn’t make it. I had to undress him to find all the wounds. Waking up as I was cleaning a large gash on his inner thigh, he grabbed my hand and then froze like ice. The ice melted and he let loose of my hand and along with that tears of embarrassment. It was the wrong time to do it, and also the right time. I shook my head as sobs bubbled from his chest and I kissed them away, kissed every inch of his body to show him how beautiful he was. It wasn’t sexual, not in the slightest. Soon after he began to be more generous with his body, when we were alone of course. Playing the game of “you’ve seen mine, now show me yours.”
That was the first day I saw him come. Hovering above me as we felt and kissed our way over the others bodies, committing texture and taste to memory. Sweat soaked and sliding along eachother until his face screwed in intensity and his eyes rolled backwards. The look of shock that overcame him after when he realized what we had done, what he had done. I had to kiss away the panic once more. It took so long to wash the remnants of his upbringing out of soul. To get him where we are today, in love and unashamed of it.
The night of his 18th birthday we made love for the first time. Fully bringing him into manhood properly. Whispered filthy words and sheet gripping passion as he took my body for himself. Took what he needed from it as I offered it graciously. Stilling with a deep moan he marked himself deep inside me and began to cry. Hot tears dropping into my sternum like salty explosives, they weren’t sad tears through. They were the final break of the ultimate act of intimacy. That same moment he told me he loved me for the first time.
After that he became insatiable, craving intimacy like a drug. A relapse after years of constant withdrawal. We had so many years of it to make up for that I could never deny him if his mood struck. No longer caring about private displays, he wanted the world to know. Holding hands and kissing in public became regular and him showing off the purple and red marks I would leave tattooed on his body from nights of intense love.
I lay here next to him thinking all these things. Having them whir in the air around us as he sleeps soundly and trustfully beside me. Thinking about the way he feels and tastes and how mad he would be if I woke him up to recapture them in the present. I spent years gluing him back together in a seamless statue of angelic power. Tonight was the last night here, tomorrow we move to Boston. Tomorrow we start our lives together for the rest of forever. I take the ring from the side table and gently place it on his hand to find in the morning, unfortunately he stirred away and caught me.
“What are you doing? I’m trying to sleep.”
“Nothing, just trying to hold your hand.” Looking at me cockeyed he looked down to see the ring of yellow sapphires and black diamonds set in Stygian iron. He didn’t react really, his breathing sped up a bit and his heart rate shot up.
“You Cliche sappy bastard. You trying to make an honest woman out of me?” I laughed hard at him.
“Yeah, I guess I am. Well an honest man out of you anyway. I love you Nico, I want to marry you.”
“Well, I guess I’ll forgive you for waking me up then.”
“It’s like a fine more than a yes.”
“When did you want to do it?”
“Well in the words of a great man, what better place than here, what better time than now. We could get dressed, shadow to Vegas and get it over with. “ he laughed at me.
“Wake up tomorrow morning married, sounds like something I would do. Ok but when we get back I’m topping.”
“Who said ill be in the mood when we get back?”
“It’s not real until we consummate it. If you want to marry me you have to go through it all, even if it is 1am.”
“Well it’s only like 11pm in Vegas. It’s not even today there yet.”
“Well then I better put on some pants huh?”
