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]

[ 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. ]