[ He nudges his chin up so he can kiss his throat at his leisure. ]
In a few weeks.
[ One year since he realized the true extent of his feelings for him. What it felt like to lose him. The ache in his chest knowing his light no longer shined brightly in this world. It wasn't a romantic feeling like how he kissed him now, but one steeped in friendship and loyalty that still ran strongly within him, even if another feeling had taken over.
It was the first time he brought him home. The first time he offered it to him - to anyone. Not in so many words, but in the gesture itself, even if he didn't know it then. ]
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[ He nudges his chin up so he can kiss his throat at his leisure. ]
In a few weeks.
[ One year since he realized the true extent of his feelings for him. What it felt like to lose him. The ache in his chest knowing his light no longer shined brightly in this world. It wasn't a romantic feeling like how he kissed him now, but one steeped in friendship and loyalty that still ran strongly within him, even if another feeling had taken over.
It was the first time he brought him home. The first time he offered it to him - to anyone. Not in so many words, but in the gesture itself, even if he didn't know it then. ]
I'll make you a cake to celebrate.