[ His breathing is a little harder than it should be, emotions still high and Squall seems bound and determined not to let him lose himself in the physicality of what they have between them, insistent instead on doting on him. Gentle and sweet and so many things Nyx has never had before, has convinced himself he doesn't deserve anymore. It does nothing to quiet the rush of emotions but he also doesn't have it in himself to deny the younger man when he is so prepared to bare his heart to him.
He can only hope that he doesn't damage it as much as his own has been. ]
O-okay. [ His voice is tight but he nods, crushing one more kiss to his lips before he shuffles off of Squall's lap. He's barely dressed as is, having been puttering around his apartment. A tee and track pants, both easy enough to toss onto the coffee table next to those cookies.
When he returns to Squall's lap though he faces away from him, still straddling him but with his back pressed to Squall's chest so he can lay his head back on the other's shoulder. If he has to feel Squall inside him, around him, listen to him speak so sweetly, and fall into those stormy eyes he's not sure he'll be able to withstand the intensity of it all. ]
[There is a hint of disappointment in his face when Nyx turns away from him. Squall wants to see his face, to remember every wrinkle in his face as they kiss. Squall wants to see him come undone like's he's seen before but now it means more, now they are together properly. How can he be a good boyfriend if Nyx won't look at him?
Even though he's a little sad he doesn't let it show in his voice or his gestures. Nyx needs him, he needs a support and that's what Squall is going to focus on. Once Nyx is settled against him he makes sure to let Nyx know how much he cares about him. His arms wrap around Nyx's waist, holding him tightly and securely as he arches his neck a bit to kiss at Nyx's shoulder. There are still faint marks on his shoulder that was injured and Squall makes a point to shower affection there first.]
It's almost unfair how beautiful you are. What am I supposed to do with you Nyx? [the words are spoken softly, pressed up against his ear as he continues to hold him and pepper his once injured shoulder in loving sweet butterfly kisses.] I guess I just have to kiss every part of you I love.
[They're of a similar enough height that the slight difference of Nyx sitting in Squall's lap makes them dead even. So when Squall begins to kiss at his shoulder, making his skin tingle and prickle with warmth and magic, he's able to lean his head back onto Squall's opposite shoulder, catching his eye briefly in a sidelong glance. His scarred hand comes up to reach back and sink his fingers in that lush mane of hair.
A low groan, pleased and encouraging escapes him at that promise of kisses and Nyx abruptly turns his head to pull Squall forward just enough to kiss him properly. He has to strain backwards just a little but it's very much worth it for the wet heat of his mouth and the inevitable chill of his lips when the magic sparks between them.]
Every part? [Teased breathlessly against his lips but Nyx pushes for another demanding kiss.]
[The kiss is just what he needed and with that hand in his hair he can't help but let out a low moan into the kiss. His cock twitching as it's pressed up against Nyx's round ass in his lap. His own hands go lower, wrapping around Nyx's cock and giving him some slow strokes in tandem to the speed of their kisses.]
Every part...[Squall kisses back, angling them a bit better so that Nyx doesn't have to stretch so much to kiss him, twisting him a little in his lap.
The kisses get a bit more feverish, a bit more wanton and despite his efforts he can't hold back the magic that wants to spill forth whenever Nyx is around. It's as if Nyx draws magic from him whenever they kiss and unlike the coldness he usually gives this time there is a slight heat. He's been practicing his fire magic with Genesis and with how Nyx makes him lose control it's that magic that comes out. A heat in his hands around Nyx's dick, warm lips, his tongue almost too hot.]
Nyx doesn't bother responding to that text. He simply pushes himself up from the mat, making a mental note that he has another set of push ups to do before he strolls out of the training area, using the towel slung over his shoulder to wipe away sweat as he goes. Which is how Squall will find him, hovering by the main entrance (inside, thank you, he's not wearing enough to wait outside in this weather) in nothing but a pair of familiar track pants.
When did he steal this pair out of Squall's closet? Good question.
[ Squall's usual chill is delightful, a sharp sort of contrast to Nyx's ever-present heat. But today the brunet answers heat with heat and Nyx melts instantly into the warmth, arching and pressing into him like a cat rolling in a sun spot. The slight shift so the angle's less strained only makes it that much easier to do that.
When Squall's hand finds its way to his cock Nyx's body responds so eagerly to his touch, unsure if he wants to arch up into the contact or back into the kiss more. It makes the moan muffled against his lips that much needier. Nyx lets one hand reach up to sink into that thick, soft mane.]
Vilg [A soft exhale, already more breathless than usual, emotions still too close to the surface and, much as he might want to bury them again, likely to stay that way until Squall has said his piece. Again and again.]
Squall was expecting to see Nyx in his usual attire and when he spots his boyfriend in his own pants and looking all sweaty from training, well squall easily trips over his own feet but catches himself before falling. It's a good thing cause he has a bag in one hand and Lucky in the other and he would have been upset at himself if he ruined either of those things from falling. He knows Nyx probably saw so he doesn't even bother playing off the blush on his face as he reaches him and goes in for a cheek kiss.
"That's dangerous for you to wear in such a public place. I might get jealous of all the eyes on you." He teases before giving Nyx's other cheek a kiss. "Been here all day?"
[He'd been training in heat and now that he felt he had a better grasp on it he was using it. Sure he wasn't a pro like he was with fire but it was enough that he could handle a little bit of heat and the way Nyx reacted to it so positively had him silently confirming that he'd use it more and more.
Nyx practically squirming against him is one of Squall's favorite things. He lets his hand around Nyx's cock go just as agonizingly slow. The warm touch is enough sensation that he can take it this slow. He wants Nyx to come undone entirely.]
I love you, Nyx [He kisses him against, missing his lips on purpose and getting he scruff of his chine with heated kisses.] I love you [He repeats those three words once more as he trails his kisses down. Over and over he says those three words until his lips are on Nyx's shoulder]
What? Squall is embarrassed and blushy and teasing him? Squall is giving him kisses?
Too bad all of his attention is on this puppy now.
"Oooooh who is this handsome little man!?" He's grinning like an idiot and immediately reaching out to cradle Lucky's face in his hands. Sorry Squall he's missed everything you said because he's scritching velvety puppy ears and leaning in to let Lucky lick his face and if you loosen your grip for even a second he's scooping this dog up out of your arms.
[Part of him wants to protest, to tell him to shut up, that he can't take it. Hearing those words over and again. So many people he's loved, that have loved him, gone. Destroyed in the worst ways, not just dead but broken. He doesn't want that to happen to Squall and it feels like every time he says those words he's just tempting fate closer and closer.
Which is why the next gasp is more choked than it should be, emotion tightening his throat even as he squirms with pleasure. He turns his head, nuzzling his temple against the top of Squall's head as his lion trails kisses along his shoulder.]
E zicd fyhd du gaab oui cyva, geddah. [Words murmured into his hair, voice wavering. Fear and loss and love all twisted up in his chest in ways that he has done his damnedest not to think about since he'd gotten here. Since he'd-]
Had it been another person, Squall might be jealous but he's more than happy to be ignored in exchange of Lucky getting all of his loves attention. So far they all are getting along with the cute pup and he couldn't be happier. Maybe getting 99 of them wouldn't go over so bad?
Not even hesitating he passes over Lucky to Nyx who eagerly hold him as Squall just sits back and watches the two. It's so cute and his heart feels so full in this moment.
"I love you, you know that?" He can't help but say it right there in the open as he goes behind Nyx and just holds him.
I'm not going anywhere, Nyx. I'm here, I'm with you.
[Squall can see the worry, the fear, the loss in the way Nyx almost seems to tense up and he leans ever more into that touch, nudging him and then taking those lips once more against his. He will kiss every fear out of Nyx's body if he has to. He's been there since he first arrived, watched him close off and then start to open up to him. He's watched him recover and has only found him more and more beautiful, someone squall can easily and truly say he loves. It's still so strange to think he'd find anyone whose affections he cherished so deeply as his own for Cloud's and yet if Nyx disappeared on him right now he doesn't think he'd ever recover.]
I love you, Nyx...I love you
[Once more he breaks the kiss each time for more love, more affirmations of his feelings. His warm hands still jerking off Nyx's dick. He's so slow in how he moves his hands, no urgency but rather a slow pace of adoration to tease him into pleasure ] I love your lips, I love the way you call me geddah. Everytime you hold me I feel like I'm home. [Each word gets it's own jerk of his hands, some punctuated by a bit of extra heat in his lips.]
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