[Andyr had given him everything he'd asked for and more. His body ached, there were bruises and abused skin and it'd all been exactly what he needed, what he wanted. He felt lighter and not like the world was crushing him as they lay panting tangled in the sheets and still coming down. He knew the other had broken his skin in a few places, those bites still hurting. Maybe still bleeding he didn't know. It didn't matter if they were he loved them. He hopes already that they'll leave scars.
He presses his face into the curve of Andyr's neck and he's full of so many things. He's grateful. Andyr had understood what he needed, he's not sure if the why made sense. Adam's not even sure the why made sense to himself but Andyr hadn't judged him. He'd accepted him like he was, did everything to give him what he needed.
They were done but Adam wasn't ready to pull away. The longer the sex was over the more the overwhelming emotions he felt for Andyr pushed to the surface. They weren't new by any means but they bubbled up uncontainable along with his gratitude for the care Andyr had shown him. he'd cried at some point too and he's glad he's not crying now as he pulls back to look at Andyr.
His fingers trace his face the way he's apt to do, loving and attentive and the words play on his lips and he finds himself scared to say them. The first time he'd said it to Ronan, it hadn't been scary. It was like reading a story you already knew the ending to. With Andyr, he didn't know. Andyr was only with him because of Ronan in the first place, he cared... But the words held weight because there was no confidence that Andyr would feel the same, perhaps the insecurities made only more apparent by the dissaray with Ronan earlier over Declan.]
I love you. [Adam murmurs and it's hard to immediately not say that Andyr doesn't have to say it back to make it easier to accept the rejection when it'd come. His fingers brush over Andyr's lips and he doesn't look away.]
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He presses his face into the curve of Andyr's neck and he's full of so many things. He's grateful. Andyr had understood what he needed, he's not sure if the why made sense. Adam's not even sure the why made sense to himself but Andyr hadn't judged him. He'd accepted him like he was, did everything to give him what he needed.
They were done but Adam wasn't ready to pull away. The longer the sex was over the more the overwhelming emotions he felt for Andyr pushed to the surface. They weren't new by any means but they bubbled up uncontainable along with his gratitude for the care Andyr had shown him. he'd cried at some point too and he's glad he's not crying now as he pulls back to look at Andyr.
His fingers trace his face the way he's apt to do, loving and attentive and the words play on his lips and he finds himself scared to say them. The first time he'd said it to Ronan, it hadn't been scary. It was like reading a story you already knew the ending to. With Andyr, he didn't know. Andyr was only with him because of Ronan in the first place, he cared... But the words held weight because there was no confidence that Andyr would feel the same, perhaps the insecurities made only more apparent by the dissaray with Ronan earlier over Declan.]
I love you. [Adam murmurs and it's hard to immediately not say that Andyr doesn't have to say it back to make it easier to accept the rejection when it'd come. His fingers brush over Andyr's lips and he doesn't look away.]