no, i speak the truth.
( brushing over tanned skin with his lips before catching it between his teeth in a gentle nip. )
you know i do not like to lie.
[ deepening the kiss, pouring in all his love and adoration for him โ before he pulls away, a smile on his lips. ]
must i make you say my name over and over again ?
of course i am right.
( he softens with each kiss placed against his unblemished skin, pressing kisses of his own anywhere he could reach. )
i knew i would see you again, one day. my waiting was worth it, and i would do it again if it meant being with you.
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you are right. you truly are.
[ pressing another kiss to his lips โ before his lips begin to wander. over the high of achilles' cheekbone, to his chin, down to his jaw. ]
i was afraid that i would never get to see you again. being able to see and hold you like this, it takes โ
( that was all he could ask for, to be someone to patroclus. the rest of the world doesnโt matter, none of it really matters anymore; theyโre together in elysium, finally content. )
and i, you.
( laughing against soft lips as heโs pulled in, lifting a hand to brush dark
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[ his heart feels full. ๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ช๐ญ๐ต๐ข๐ต๐ฐ๐ด, he calls him. most beloved. just for the two of them to hear โ he cannot ask for more. ]
oh, how i adore you.
[ moving his arms around achilles, bringing him into an embrace as they kiss. ]
mmh. i do suppose that it is now the โ
( he laughs softly but complies without resistance, whispering his loverโs name against his lips. )
patroclus . . . philtatos
( letting himself be pulled closer, body slumping against the otherโs. he presses their lips together in a real kiss. )
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[ he practically melts feeling achilles' lips brush against his own. ]
. . . again.
[ urging him closer to him, their breaths mingling. he likens the feeling to intoxication, drinking his lover in. ]
nothing can compare to my name on your lips, i feel.
Later, we lay on the riverbank, learning the lines of each otherโs bodies anew. This, and this and this. We were like gods at the dawning of the world, and our joy was so bright we could see nothing else but the other.
( a sigh, he loves that laugh; adores the man who owns it. gently brushing his nose against the otherโs. )
if so, then we shall never cease to talk, and you know how i love to talk with you.
( sculpted lips briefly pass over patroclusโ, touch featherโlight. )
pa โ tro โ clus.
oh โ achilles !
[ he's laughing, a hand moves to comb fingers through golden locks of hair. ]
we do not speak of who the luckier one is, we both know there will be no end to it.
[ pausing, moving his hair over his shoulder. ]
. . . say my name, again.
you flatter me, paโtroโclus.
( cracking a smile as he feels soft lips meet his hand, lifting off the grass to hover over his love. leaning down to press their foreheads together. )
you think so highly of me, i am the luckiest of men.
nonsense. you breathe life into the mundane , achilles.
[ and โ oh, he raises their hands, brings the back of achilles' hand to his lips. a sweet kiss. ]
( he threaded their fingers together before lowering their hands back down to the ground, not letting go. )
anyone could find shapes in the clouds. it is quite mundane, i would say.
[ his eyes follow the movement of his hand, and โ right he is, there is a cloud in the shape of a horse. ]
... huh. so it does. you have a knack for discerning cloud shapes.