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[stirtheblood]

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[stirtheblood]

Hah... Your greatest fear, huh?

[Vicious has to process that for a few seconds.]

...Rather than bein' worried about it endin', it's more like I keep bein' surprised every minute it's still goin'. Every minute of closeness and love is a minute more than makes sense for me to have.

Should I be scared of feelin' the loss when it finally happens? I dunno. Things're different now. I dunno what to expect.

[cultfavorite]

[Saturn takes a breath. But he can't think of anything immediate he wants to say as much as he just wants to lean back enough to tip his face up properly this time and pull Vicious back in to kiss him, mouthing for his lips. A minute of closeness and love . . . ]

[stirtheblood]

...Heh.

[Vicious moves his hand out of Saturn's hair, caressing down his spine and settling at the small of his back to hold him there as he obligingly leans in to meet his lips, huffing before kissing him firmly.]

[cultfavorite]

Mmmmmm.

[That was an important conversation, and Saturn's glad they had it. And he's equally glad that they're back to this, too, closing his eyes and throwing himself eagerly into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Vicious's body. He still wants to think about marks, but that can happen in a little bit. First he needs to feel him.]

[stirtheblood]

[The shower has washed away most of the sand on Vicious's body by now, though there are still some trace bits. He pulls Saturn up against him with a small growl.]

[cultfavorite]

[The little growl gets a sharper, louder mm! out of Saturn, and a quick intake of breath. It turns out being growled at is extremely hot. He drags both hands down Vicious's back, turning his nails against him to rake down from shoulders all the way down to his ass.]