Azwel hums softly, his head dropping gently to rest next to Carden's.
"Grey and blue," he murmurs, his eyes closed. "Scrubby green plants... and brown sand...." It's a formless wash of colours at the moment, but it's persistent. If he waits, if he watches it in his mind long enough, it'll slide further into focus. "There was a house... worn grey by time and storms and salt air... but steady and warm...."
"There were others, but... I was there because of you... I feel sure."
He hadn't pulled himself out after they'd stopped, and he sits thick and warm and soft inside Carden, resting. He's still propped slightly on his elbows so that his full weight (more than when they first met but not as contentedly softened round the edges as he'd later become) doesn't squash the smaller man under him. He gives a quiet, blissful sigh.
"I recall sunlight... sparkling on the water... under tall rocks.... Mmmmmmh, and I recall us. Tea and long conversations and..." Something rolls a wave of hot pleasure through him, bringing a memory with it, clear and almost whole. He gives that low chuckle of his, that quiet throb of sound, and when he continues he sounds that much more like the Azwel Carden remembers. "D'you remember that night," he presses a wet kiss to the tender spot under Carden's jawline, "when we 'christened' almost every room?" Another kiss. "The kitchen countertop, the bathtub, the sofa--" his lips grow more heated against Carden's skin, "mmh, at least three bedrooms..."
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Date: 2020-09-20 04:31 am (UTC)"Grey and blue," he murmurs, his eyes closed. "Scrubby green plants... and brown sand...." It's a formless wash of colours at the moment, but it's persistent. If he waits, if he watches it in his mind long enough, it'll slide further into focus. "There was a house... worn grey by time and storms and salt air... but steady and warm...."
"There were others, but... I was there because of you... I feel sure."
He hadn't pulled himself out after they'd stopped, and he sits thick and warm and soft inside Carden, resting. He's still propped slightly on his elbows so that his full weight (more than when they first met but not as contentedly softened round the edges as he'd later become) doesn't squash the smaller man under him. He gives a quiet, blissful sigh.
"I recall sunlight... sparkling on the water... under tall rocks.... Mmmmmmh, and I recall us. Tea and long conversations and..." Something rolls a wave of hot pleasure through him, bringing a memory with it, clear and almost whole. He gives that low chuckle of his, that quiet throb of sound, and when he continues he sounds that much more like the Azwel Carden remembers. "D'you remember that night," he presses a wet kiss to the tender spot under Carden's jawline, "when we 'christened' almost every room?" Another kiss. "The kitchen countertop, the bathtub, the sofa--" his lips grow more heated against Carden's skin, "mmh, at least three bedrooms..."