[ No more dying, G'raha. There is only living, and loving, from this point forward.
He leans into that touch readily, basking in the warmth of skin on skin, in their closeness, and the giddy joy that makes his heartbeat ratchet up its pace.
For the second time in this encounter, Arthur Inkwell's many words fail him. What words could he possibly conjure to explain the bliss of this moment? None seem adequate, so he does the only reasonable thing he can think to do.
He surges forward to crash their lips together again. ]
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He leans into that touch readily, basking in the warmth of skin on skin, in their closeness, and the giddy joy that makes his heartbeat ratchet up its pace.
For the second time in this encounter, Arthur Inkwell's many words fail him. What words could he possibly conjure to explain the bliss of this moment? None seem adequate, so he does the only reasonable thing he can think to do.
He surges forward to crash their lips together again. ]