He gathered Vanyel, still quivering, into his arms. Van's hand ran weakly down his body, but Stef batted him away. "Never mind that." That his cock was ragingly hard again was honestly the last thing on his mind. "You look happy," he murmured, and Vanyel gave him a smile that Stef wouldn't have suspected he had in him - relaxed and full of confused joy, as if he couldn't quite believe what they'd just done. To be fair, Stef couldn't believe it either. Holy hellfire, you're wonderful. So responsive - everything I did to you was so damn satisfying. I want to explore every inch of you. I want to find out what excites you, what you really need. How I can leave you very, very happy. "That's it," he added, because he thought it best to be clear. The first time you set a new lover down could be delicate, especially if you'd made him cry in the interrim. "I'm done asking anything of you - I'd rather stop pretending anything and just talk to you."
Van curled his lips, and sighed against Stef's shoulder. "I can't thank you enough."
"For what? Letting me do everything I wanted with you?" Stef grinned. It was a lie, part of the game; he would always indulge Vanyel as much as he could. Maybe Vanyel knew; he certainly hugged Stef tighter. "Empath, right? You said when I touch you, you know how I'm feeling about you?" Vanyel nodded. "I reckoned even while I hurt you, you'd know - what I really felt," and put like that, there was little point in trying to make it feel any less vast or new or frightening; Vanyel knew, unless he didn't want to know it. I've never felt like this for anyone...
Vanyel stroked his face, his silver eyes turned strange and gentle, as if looking through him for something far, far away. "I know," he said. "Would it be so odd if I needed this? If I needed you?"
"Yes," Stef assured him. "I appreciate your oddness very much."
"I never was so good at being normal," Van smiled.
"Really, if you have to take your Whites and go - I want to give you some good memories to take with you," Stef told him. I want to give you a reason to come home.
Van stretched, and sat up slowly. He reached for Stefen's hand, which was still raw at the heel - Stef winced, and Van kissed it delicately. "Suppose we got dressed and sought out some food?"
"There's a fine plan," and Stef added shyly, "We could make a little music, and talk about what else we'd like to do." And then maybe we could do some of it. I can always run back to my room for the oil.
"Medren told me you were incorrigible," Vanyel replied.
"He doesn't know the half of it." Stef replied. But you will. That, I pledge you.
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Van curled his lips, and sighed against Stef's shoulder. "I can't thank you enough."
"For what? Letting me do everything I wanted with you?" Stef grinned. It was a lie, part of the game; he would always indulge Vanyel as much as he could. Maybe Vanyel knew; he certainly hugged Stef tighter. "Empath, right? You said when I touch you, you know how I'm feeling about you?" Vanyel nodded. "I reckoned even while I hurt you, you'd know - what I really felt," and put like that, there was little point in trying to make it feel any less vast or new or frightening; Vanyel knew, unless he didn't want to know it. I've never felt like this for anyone...
Vanyel stroked his face, his silver eyes turned strange and gentle, as if looking through him for something far, far away. "I know," he said. "Would it be so odd if I needed this? If I needed you?"
"Yes," Stef assured him. "I appreciate your oddness very much."
"I never was so good at being normal," Van smiled.
"Really, if you have to take your Whites and go - I want to give you some good memories to take with you," Stef told him. I want to give you a reason to come home.
Van stretched, and sat up slowly. He reached for Stefen's hand, which was still raw at the heel - Stef winced, and Van kissed it delicately. "Suppose we got dressed and sought out some food?"
"There's a fine plan," and Stef added shyly, "We could make a little music, and talk about what else we'd like to do." And then maybe we could do some of it. I can always run back to my room for the oil.
"Medren told me you were incorrigible," Vanyel replied.
"He doesn't know the half of it." Stef replied. But you will. That, I pledge you.