inklongdry: (đź“– 137)
errɑnt ɑrchivist ✶ ɑrthur inkwell ([personal profile] inklongdry) wrote in [personal profile] exarched 2025-05-16 03:00 am (UTC)

[ Oh, this… this is bliss. To say he hadn’t thought about what this moment would feel like would be a lie, but it is better than he might have imagined. G’raha is warm against him, and even if he cannot see it, he can feel the energy of that tail cutting the air behind him.

G’raha sighs against his lips, and it is utter perfection. Arthur smiles against him for a brief moment, but then there is a hand sliding around the back of his neck, and he is all too happy to lean into this even more.

They stay like that for a long, precious moment, lips locked and breath mingling, but as with all things, it can’t last forever. The need to breathe makes itself apparent, and with no small amount of reluctance, Arthur pulls away.

Not far. Gods, he does not want to go far.

His glasses have been knocked a little askew, though he doesn’t seem to notice, or else he simply doesn’t care. The way he smiles is the brightest he’s managed in a long while. ]


You are… that was…

[ For the first time, Arthur’s words have failed him. He laughs again, breathless. ]

I would very much like to do that again.

[ And again, and again, and– ]

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