[By the time they settle back in the sheets, Adar is a trembling mess who has no will to speak or do anything really but nuzzle close to his lover, pressing soft kisses against his throat of praise that his own tongue feels too heavy to say aloud. He will understand. On some level, he always does.
He doesn't try to separate their bodies, either. He will take any extra ache that staying like this as long as Mairon wishes will cause and do so gladly. This is as much at home as he has felt since he said goodbye to his sister.
Eventually, Adar rests his head against his lover's chest where he can hear his heartbeat and lets himself drift, tired and aching and cosy here where no one ought to feel like that. When he dreams there is nothing but sweetness and heat, all aches and fears washed away by the connection they had rekindled.]
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He doesn't try to separate their bodies, either. He will take any extra ache that staying like this as long as Mairon wishes will cause and do so gladly. This is as much at home as he has felt since he said goodbye to his sister.
Eventually, Adar rests his head against his lover's chest where he can hear his heartbeat and lets himself drift, tired and aching and cosy here where no one ought to feel like that. When he dreams there is nothing but sweetness and heat, all aches and fears washed away by the connection they had rekindled.]