you're trying not to tell him you love him, and you're trying to choke down the feeling
Having both of their faces in the mirror throws their differences into perspective, but the thing Nate focuses on most are the similarities. The crisscrossing of scars, the hardness of their faces, sharp lines and dangerous pasts. Despite all of it though, there’s a softness in his new steel eye, one reserved only for his husband, for the private moments they spend together. The mirror drops, just in time to catch Sunjata’s facade.
”What is it they say, huh?” Nate makes his own show of thinking, his head tilting, pressing against the attuned more firmly. ”Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery?” Theres a scandalized gasp as Sunjata pulls away just far enough to replace their closeness with a kiss.
It’s an act of war that can’t be ignored, can’t be left unanswered. One that Nate knows exactly how to rise to, his hands lifting, first dragging down along Sunjata’s sides, then scrambling back up, tickling fingers moving along scars, along inked lines. As he begins his assault, Nate lets his legs tighten around his husband, just enough to make him difficult to throw off.
”What is it they say, huh?” Nate makes his own show of thinking, his head tilting, pressing against the attuned more firmly. ”Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery?” Theres a scandalized gasp as Sunjata pulls away just far enough to replace their closeness with a kiss.
It’s an act of war that can’t be ignored, can’t be left unanswered. One that Nate knows exactly how to rise to, his hands lifting, first dragging down along Sunjata’s sides, then scrambling back up, tickling fingers moving along scars, along inked lines. As he begins his assault, Nate lets his legs tighten around his husband, just enough to make him difficult to throw off.
& you're trembling and he reaches over
and touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist
NATE
