PULL (BXB)

Loving Gently

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***Mark's POV***

Quiet breaths filter through his nose and mouth. My eyes can't look away. Creepy I know. He's so god damned gorgeous.

Every trace and plane of his stunning face is breathtaking. My fingers ghost over his cheek. I want to wake him, to be welcomed by those sparkling blue eyes. Every morning since he has come back to me is like a dream that I never want to wake from.

His doctors are miracle workers. Seb's bloodwork continuously improves. We have secondary care plans in place if they don't. His strength is returning with every day of physical therapy. Soon, he will be healthy enough to take the Cat Walk again. That scares me.

I don't want to think of months on end where distance is between us. The very thought fills me with sadness. It's weird though, at one time I pushed women from my bed like they were expended. Now, I want to hold this man to my body forever.

Sebastian begins to stir in my arms. I don't bother to hide the fact that I am stalking his sleep. He's mine. I can do that type of thing.

Thick lashes part to unveil those crystal orbs that caught me captivated on day one. His perfect pink lips curve into a dashing smile. My heart swells at the sight.

Speaking no words, I dip my head to give him a soft kiss on closed lips. Morning breath isn't pretty no matter how much you are. His quiet hum is delightful, filling me with warmth.

"Good morning." Seb snuggles into my arms. Last night he became the little spoon. I would be lying if I said I didn't prefer being in that position. But, we switch. Not in everything, yet, soon though.

"Morning sweet man." I can feel the crinkle of my eyes. Staring at him covers me in pride. I cannot believe he chooses to be mine.

My fingers cup his jaw, the pads lightly press against his flesh to hold his head still. Everything inside of me wants to go no where. Anywhere not in his arms is the wrong place for me. Dropping my head to his shoulder, I wiggle into his arms.

"I love you." My breath comes out whispered, scared that speaking too loud will make the illusion fade.

"I love you, Baby. So fucking much, I just love you." There is nothing hushed about Seb's declaration. Strong conviction fills his words. He pulls me down, engulfing me in his strong protection.

If I were a crier, tears would pour down my face. How can he love me? I truly cannot be worthy.

"I just do." Seb punctuates his promise with a tighter squeeze, pressing his lips to my head.

Okay, I'm a fucking crier. Tears lazily fall over my cheeks. I have no idea why, but this man loves me. It's cry worthy. It really is.

"I love how sensitive you are. I love your eyes. I love the feel of your heart beat singing to me. I love your arms; they seem to have been crafted for only me. I love the way you love your friends. I love everything about you Mark Fletcher. Nothing is ever going to change this. You have me forever. Let me love you softly." Seb crawls over me while I smile.

He can love me roughly too. I have no aversion to that. None. At. All.

Mini-me decides he is ready to wake up. My pajama bottoms tighten. I'm at attention, begging for it.

"Love me softly with your tongue." I push his head down, towards my cock. I want attention. I need attention.

With a chuckle, Sebastian kisses me through the striped material of my bottoms. I can feel how he affects me. It doesn't take a genius to know this man can do just about anything to get me writhing.