[It's a tangled mess of feelings, his name on Squall's lips, all these soft declarations, the steady heat of his hands and lips. Nyx squirms, grinding down against Squall, bucking up into his hands and when he finally cums it's with a sound that cannot be called anything other than a sob. Hands clinging desperately to Squall as he jerks in his lap.
Carefully he lets himself shift, sitting sideways over the other man's lap, curling up against his chest, small and uncertain in ways he doesn't let himself be. Much as he tries to fight it, though, the physical release drags him under, all but demands an emotional one to accompany it and Squall will feel hot tears dripping down onto his shoulder between ragged breaths. One word desperate and hopeful on his lips before he collapses entirely, not sobbing but crying steadily, quietly letting himself mourn another home lost.]
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Carefully he lets himself shift, sitting sideways over the other man's lap, curling up against his chest, small and uncertain in ways he doesn't let himself be. Much as he tries to fight it, though, the physical release drags him under, all but demands an emotional one to accompany it and Squall will feel hot tears dripping down onto his shoulder between ragged breaths. One word desperate and hopeful on his lips before he collapses entirely, not sobbing but crying steadily, quietly letting himself mourn another home lost.]
Home?