[ A thought for later because right now he feels like he's the one exploding into glittery pieces across the night sky. He's never once not faced his feelings head on, but this is too much so he—buries himself in the crook of his boyfriend's neck.
[ The expression is familiar in his memory, bathed, metaphorically, in a warm sepia. He wonders if that's because something changes in Aguero, and he wonders if he makes similar faces when Aguero changes him. If Aguero looks at the little expressions on his face like he does, and maps them to memory—
The silence doesn't scare him. He says it because it's true, and he's certain, and he's read between the lines of Aguero's words and he sees the same feeling returned. Because why would anyone declare war against the fabric of reality itself, if not because of love?
Aguero folds into him and his hand easily slips from his cheek to cradle the back of his head. Tatara keeps him there nestled against him, just as he presses his head against his. Why is it that, even though they're tangled together like this, it doesn't feel close enough? His heart aches in a way he's never felt before and all he wants is to hold him to his soul and melt into him.
Is this what it feels like? It's so...intense. He can barely contain his own heart beating in his chest and he feels like he's going to explode and scatter like fireworks in the night sky.
For a moment, he isn't sure if he's going to laugh or cry, but laughter wins out in the end. He holds Aguero tighter, and it's only after a lengthy moment of silence does he finally say something. ]
I guess... [ His voice is hoarse, for some reason. From what? ] That makes me just as lucky, too.
[ It explains all his thoughts, his feelings, and oh how hard it is to contain. ]
[ (Aguero feels lucky too, but this isn't about him. At least to him, anyway. And as for glad, he sailed past that quite a long time ago. There's no word for what he feels right now, or maybe there's just that one. )
He still doesn't know what way is up and his heart is still thundering in his chest, but Aguero shifts back a little so he can look at his boyfriend rather than melt into him. His face is still as red and pink as the sunbeams of dawn. Curiously there's a note of purple too, a light lavender dusting the blue of his eyes; faint enough to be a trick of the light (what time is it anymore?) or maybe a reflection off their matching earrings, though it isn't quite the right shade to be that. ]
Tatara. I won't let you forget now that I know. [ "That I love you."
Words he can't say again quite yet, but that he can press between their lips and their tongues if allowed. ]
[ All of Aguero's colors are beautiful. His hair, the sunrise on his face, his eyes—his eyes. If there are any wonders in this world, Tatara thinks his eyes deserve to be one of them. Recorded in his tome for all of time to remember.
He can't finish his thought, though, because soon his eyes fall shut and they are connected yet again, in another way. But the way he kisses him, like this—how could he forget? He feels the love in everything he does, and it just serves to fuel his motivation to show the same, or more, in turn.
He throws his arms around him in a tight hold, camcorder forgotten (but still safe). He kisses him back and feels the warmth of their tangle and decides that maybe, he wouldn't mind if this was his forever.
For a brief, brief moment, he feels like he doesn't have enough time left to show Aguero just how much he loves him. ]
[ Aguero loses himself for a while in the sensation of their entwined bodies and the beating of their hearts. The kisses are slow and gentle, as he grows accustomed to what it feels like to kiss Tatara after everything they've said to each other today. It's similar and yet entirely different from the night they slept together, but he breathes in his boyfriend all the same until his limbs feel a bit less like rocks on the bottom of the sea.
Eventually he slows and stops, breathing faster but more steady. Parts of him are still sore, but it's more like a bruise now than a gash he's unable to stem. ]
I'm going to stay the night. [ He has no concept of what time it is, but whether it's 2pm or 2am, it's all the same. They have so many parts of each other to learn, but Aguero just wants to be selfish. Tomorrow is a new day and they'll have that at least. ]
[ Tatara finds it hard to let go, even when their kiss naturally slows and comes to a stop. His lips remain parted, even with the space between them, and his eyes shut. It is different, now. It was different after they decided to have this relationship, and it's changed yet again, here on the couch of his room in this quiet moment.
His fingers dig into what he can find, and a small smile crosses his face. ]
You can stay every night.
[ For the rest of his life, even. But maybe...just maybe...beyond that, too.
Tatara still doesn't have an answer, and he might not for a while yet, but what he does know is that he wants Aguero here, with him, now. ]
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And then breathes the words across skin. ]
I...do. I love you.
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The silence doesn't scare him. He says it because it's true, and he's certain, and he's read between the lines of Aguero's words and he sees the same feeling returned. Because why would anyone declare war against the fabric of reality itself, if not because of love?
Aguero folds into him and his hand easily slips from his cheek to cradle the back of his head. Tatara keeps him there nestled against him, just as he presses his head against his. Why is it that, even though they're tangled together like this, it doesn't feel close enough? His heart aches in a way he's never felt before and all he wants is to hold him to his soul and melt into him.
Is this what it feels like? It's so...intense. He can barely contain his own heart beating in his chest and he feels like he's going to explode and scatter like fireworks in the night sky.
For a moment, he isn't sure if he's going to laugh or cry, but laughter wins out in the end. He holds Aguero tighter, and it's only after a lengthy moment of silence does he finally say something. ]
I guess... [ His voice is hoarse, for some reason. From what? ] That makes me just as lucky, too.
[ It explains all his thoughts, his feelings, and oh how hard it is to contain. ]
I'm glad.
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He still doesn't know what way is up and his heart is still thundering in his chest, but Aguero shifts back a little so he can look at his boyfriend rather than melt into him. His face is still as red and pink as the sunbeams of dawn. Curiously there's a note of purple too, a light lavender dusting the blue of his eyes; faint enough to be a trick of the light (what time is it anymore?) or maybe a reflection off their matching earrings, though it isn't quite the right shade to be that. ]
Tatara. I won't let you forget now that I know. [ "That I love you."
Words he can't say again quite yet, but that he can press between their lips and their tongues if allowed. ]
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He can't finish his thought, though, because soon his eyes fall shut and they are connected yet again, in another way. But the way he kisses him, like this—how could he forget? He feels the love in everything he does, and it just serves to fuel his motivation to show the same, or more, in turn.
He throws his arms around him in a tight hold, camcorder forgotten (but still safe). He kisses him back and feels the warmth of their tangle and decides that maybe, he wouldn't mind if this was his forever.
For a brief, brief moment, he feels like he doesn't have enough time left to show Aguero just how much he loves him. ]
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Eventually he slows and stops, breathing faster but more steady. Parts of him are still sore, but it's more like a bruise now than a gash he's unable to stem. ]
I'm going to stay the night. [ He has no concept of what time it is, but whether it's 2pm or 2am, it's all the same. They have so many parts of each other to learn, but Aguero just wants to be selfish. Tomorrow is a new day and they'll have that at least. ]
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His fingers dig into what he can find, and a small smile crosses his face. ]
You can stay every night.
[ For the rest of his life, even. But maybe...just maybe...beyond that, too.
Tatara still doesn't have an answer, and he might not for a while yet, but what he does know is that he wants Aguero here, with him, now. ]