[Time seemed to stand still for them, for a moment, the aftershocks of pleasure sparking through Maxima's body as Lighter continued to chase his own orgasm. He groaned again softly as he felt Lighter tense and hit his own peak, the rush of hot fluid filling him up.
And then it was just the sound of their breathing, cooling sweat and slowing pulses as they slowly returned back to clarity. His lover's lips at his neck and fluids soaking through the fabric of his ruined costume - still completely worth it.
He turned his head to catch Lighter's lips for one more lingering, breathless kiss. Some part of him suspected it might be the last time he could be allowed to do this, so he wanted to savor it in case it was.
Because this night had made one thing too abundantly clear to continue ignoring: he was deeply, irrevocably in love with one Lorenzo Fuentes. He just didn't know yet what he wanted to do about that.]
[It was an absent-minded reflex that had him return that kiss. Because of course he would. They've kissed so many times before this.
... Watching awareness drip back in real time, though. The warmth wasn't leaving. The different feeling. This all encompassing blanket being draped over his heart on a cold day. Something like that if he dwelled on it enough to describe it.
There's a softness in Lighter's eyes. A wonder. Only visible for a split second, something easy to second guess before he busied himself against Maxima's neck again. If he was busy he didn't have to let the thought he had sink in.
[I love you. I love you in a way I haven't let myself love anyone for so long...
He can't think of anything else to say, but he knows he can't say that. It's too much, when they'd clearly established before they first went to bed together that neither of them was looking for a long-term commitment.
So even though his heart is so full of this thought that's been building up for so long that he doesn't have room to fit anything else yet, all he can do is reach up and stroke Lighter's wolf ears with one hand, enjoy the kisses against his neck, and wonder if he'll ever be able to allow himself to say it at all.]
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And then it was just the sound of their breathing, cooling sweat and slowing pulses as they slowly returned back to clarity. His lover's lips at his neck and fluids soaking through the fabric of his ruined costume - still completely worth it.
He turned his head to catch Lighter's lips for one more lingering, breathless kiss. Some part of him suspected it might be the last time he could be allowed to do this, so he wanted to savor it in case it was.
Because this night had made one thing too abundantly clear to continue ignoring: he was deeply, irrevocably in love with one Lorenzo Fuentes. He just didn't know yet what he wanted to do about that.]
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... Watching awareness drip back in real time, though. The warmth wasn't leaving. The different feeling. This all encompassing blanket being draped over his heart on a cold day. Something like that if he dwelled on it enough to describe it.
There's a softness in Lighter's eyes. A wonder. Only visible for a split second, something easy to second guess before he busied himself against Maxima's neck again. If he was busy he didn't have to let the thought he had sink in.
I want to wake up next to him every day...]
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He can't think of anything else to say, but he knows he can't say that. It's too much, when they'd clearly established before they first went to bed together that neither of them was looking for a long-term commitment.
So even though his heart is so full of this thought that's been building up for so long that he doesn't have room to fit anything else yet, all he can do is reach up and stroke Lighter's wolf ears with one hand, enjoy the kisses against his neck, and wonder if he'll ever be able to allow himself to say it at all.]