FALL CATCH-ALL

[chronosynthesis]

WHO: Syrlya and You (Closed Prompts)
WHAT: The Fall Catch-All
WHEN: All Fall Baby
WHERE: Wherever we need (on the island or a boat)
WARNINGS: NSFW marked below

((Plan With Me: Plot Comment #1 | EVENT ONE OPEN POST))

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[pactmarshal]

[ Trahearne doesn't do much in the way of resist when Syrlya pulls him back down. A big smile crosses his face as he presses his face into his cheek again, nuzzling him. His hand wraps around him again, this time cradling the back of his head, weaving through the soft foliage. ]

I'm not going anywhere.

[ This time. He will stay by Syrlya's side so long as he can help it.

And he sinks into the other, tension dissipating as wholehearted affection replaces the tense longing and pining that had plagued him for so long. ]

[chronosynthesis]

[Syrlya sighs, satisfied, as Trahearne sinks back down on him. In him. Everything is still a little sensitive, and dragging the touch out makes his nerves sting. Greedily, he doesn't want to give up the high completely.

His fingers run down Trahearne's spine, then curve over his rear and hold there. He tilts his head to give Trahearne room to nuzzle for a bit, before turning his head the other way so that he can look at Trahearne, so close, flushed and with a dazed and dreamy smile.] I love you.

[pactmarshal]

[ Trahearne lifts his head slightly as Syrlya moves his head. The look on Syrlya's face fills him with so much adoration, he can't help but return with one of his own.

He shivers when Syrlya's hand comes to his rear, and he shivers again when he shifts, trying to keep himself in as deep as possible. He chuckles. ]

I love you, too. More than anything.

[chronosynthesis]

[A little sound escapes Syrlya's throat as Trahearne shifts. This lingering really emphasizes how big he is.

He continues to stare at Trahearne with warm adoration, nose to nose, until he tilts his head for an oh so slow and tender kiss.]

[pactmarshal]

[ This kiss, Trahearne thinks, is the best one of his life.

He simply melts into Syrlya's lips, a quiet sigh escaping his nose; he sinks against him again, tilting his head so he may have as much of him as physically possible, and he kisses him again, and again, and again.

The kiss does not break for a long while, not until he feels yet again the need for air. And when he does, he feels sufficiently tired, but satisfied. ]

Stay the night.

[chronosynthesis]

[He could kiss like this forever, and almost considers it. But the adrenaline from fucking wanes, and he finds all the exertion from the day catching up to him.

It's a minute before he cracks his eyes open just enough to look at Trahearne.] Wasn't even a question in my mind.

[Of course he's staying.]

[pactmarshal]

[ Of course he's staying.

It takes a great deal of effort for Trahearne to finally lift himself off and out of Syrlya, and an even greater effort for the both of them to actually get cleaned up. There's a buzz of pure happiness about him as they do, as they look at each other and share in kisses they never got to in Tyria.

After a shower shared, engaging in the ritual of cleaning each other, they return to bed, Syrlya nestled comfortably in Trahearne's arms. And as Trahearne drifts off, his face partially buried in Syrlya's hair, he thinks that he would have this no other way. ]