Morgan felt very tired as he sat there on the floor by the edge of the bed with tears dripping down his face, but even so he tried to keep his eyes on Emryc. He'd wrapped his arms around himself and drawn in close by the time the other man turned around to look, the cold of the ship sinking in. Why couldn't he have at least put on pants before doing all of this?
The fire was still there in his eyes, but tinged even with something else. The young Drast was afraid of how Emryc would react to all this, things he had kept hidden for so long. Even after his outburst on the other freighter the music box was a deeply personal thing of his, akin to Emryc's figurines. It was very precious and held meaning he hadn't even thought to share with anyone else, and it was also solid proof of his bloodline and his intentions. Only a Drast could have that box.
Morgan watched Emryc's face through his tears, trying as usual to catch every little movement, the look in his eyes, the muscles of his face. He worried over what it might settle on, but the burning in his eyes distracted him and he rose a hand to wipe them away so he could see properly.
His arm froze in place as the other man spoke a single word, dropping quickly to catch his expression. It was always something new with Emryc, and now it was that sad little smile. Morgan blinked, and then Emryc was pulling him in. The Firrerreo opened back up again, not hesitating for a second to wrap his arms around the man he'd come to love. He sank in with a short, faltering laugh and kissed Emryc with just as much furious passion, eyes closed in a vain attempt to stop crying.
Bare skin gently pressed into the floor, the scents of burnt fabric, old incense and blood, cologne, and everything that made up Emryc hitting him once again. The tinkling song ticked away in the background as his arms closed around the other man, entwining as close as they could possibly be. In that moment he felt somehow freer and lighter, just a young man in love with another.
His heart soared and fluttered in his chest as something in the way Emryc kissed him felt different. Morgan's fingers dragged across the scars left by the whip almost like he was counting them, leaving the warmth of his touch on each and every mark he could reach. He gave himself to the half-Sephi's passions along with his own, not holding back, the fire flickering back to life beneath the surface. Eventually, however, there was a problem.
The floor was cold and it was incredibly uncomfortable against the heat of his skin. But he was also kissing Emryc and didn't feel terribly inclined to stop, so he just tried to sit back up instead while so intimately entangled.
The fire was still there in his eyes, but tinged even with something else. The young Drast was afraid of how Emryc would react to all this, things he had kept hidden for so long. Even after his outburst on the other freighter the music box was a deeply personal thing of his, akin to Emryc's figurines. It was very precious and held meaning he hadn't even thought to share with anyone else, and it was also solid proof of his bloodline and his intentions. Only a Drast could have that box.
Morgan watched Emryc's face through his tears, trying as usual to catch every little movement, the look in his eyes, the muscles of his face. He worried over what it might settle on, but the burning in his eyes distracted him and he rose a hand to wipe them away so he could see properly.
His arm froze in place as the other man spoke a single word, dropping quickly to catch his expression. It was always something new with Emryc, and now it was that sad little smile. Morgan blinked, and then Emryc was pulling him in. The Firrerreo opened back up again, not hesitating for a second to wrap his arms around the man he'd come to love. He sank in with a short, faltering laugh and kissed Emryc with just as much furious passion, eyes closed in a vain attempt to stop crying.
Bare skin gently pressed into the floor, the scents of burnt fabric, old incense and blood, cologne, and everything that made up Emryc hitting him once again. The tinkling song ticked away in the background as his arms closed around the other man, entwining as close as they could possibly be. In that moment he felt somehow freer and lighter, just a young man in love with another.
His heart soared and fluttered in his chest as something in the way Emryc kissed him felt different. Morgan's fingers dragged across the scars left by the whip almost like he was counting them, leaving the warmth of his touch on each and every mark he could reach. He gave himself to the half-Sephi's passions along with his own, not holding back, the fire flickering back to life beneath the surface. Eventually, however, there was a problem.
The floor was cold and it was incredibly uncomfortable against the heat of his skin. But he was also kissing Emryc and didn't feel terribly inclined to stop, so he just tried to sit back up instead while so intimately entangled.
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