Darkened strands clinging to swimming fingers. Traveling alongside the drifting digits. Allowing themselves to be tucked away when the journey had reached its end.
Daniel could feel every little shift of Corbyn's muscles. Every slight tense. Each slow relax.
His thumb tracing along the small of his back. Wiping away any lingering sweat. Only encouraging him to melt beneath skilled, adoring fingers.
" Promise you'll stay. Promise me you won't go back to him," Corbyn made no effort to look away from his masterpiece. Completely intraced with the picture he was tracing into Daniel's chest. Following the natural dips and creases of his pale skin. Using his pecks as hills, abs as waves. Drawing a piece only he would ever truly be able to see.
" Corbyn," breathed softly, damp fingers trailing across flushed cheeks. Following the blood-red path down his face and to his chin. Stopping shortly to ghost along his lips. Lifting Corbyn's head," look at me."
The flickering flames of affection swaying deep within frozen orbs. Casting the dancing shadows of desire against the cool blue.
" Promise me," Daniel allowing his lips to brush along Corbyn's. Sighing into the warm appendages," promise you'll stay."
Corbyn's sparkling gaze slowly becoming hidden behind pale lids. Barely dipping his head to capture Daniel's awaiting lips. Corbyn tugging him ever closer by his torso. Effortlessly stealing the oxygen from his lungs.
" I promise," frosted jewels never appearing again," I'll stay with you."
Daniel's thumb dancing along his supple flesh. Leaning in close to rest his forehead against Corbyn's. Feeling his every breath with the next whispered words.
" I promise I'll stay."
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Crying Out
Roman d'amourInspired by Crying Out For Me by Mario ♤ " Dani... not now. Please." " That's what you always say." ♤ It's so soft, so desperate. No wonder you can't hear it. But... its your heart, crying, begging. Maybe its always been there? Is it why I was drawn...
