#candrika

★  five times my muse thought yours looked breath-taking, and the one time they voice it.

i. He doesn’t know his name or where he came from, he only knows his position and how his mere presence makes him feel. Jules is deeply shocked by what he is seeing in this other navigator, one first impression that will last forever.

ii. His name is Selene and he’s a workaholic. Normally that kind does not appeal Phobos at all, but when that man looks up with dark circles under his eyes and a tired smile -even if that smiles goes to someone else-, the blond feels that peculiar sensation of being breathless by the image.

iii. The one named after the god of fear has made an habit out of messing with the moon, as he is simply seeking for his attention all the time. And it’s in Selene’s mixture of anger and defeat that he finds his chest filling itself with strange sensations.

iv. He really enjoys to discover the other navigator’s expressions, be them old or new, as long as he is the only one watching them; and it’s when Selene doesn’t particularly rejects his advances, even while knowing what this would mean, that Phobos sees it. He can’t explain what made Selene agree to do this, but that face of pure ecstasy when he reaches orgasm under the other makes Jules lose his breath.

v. He never thought of himself as the kind of person that would stay awake to watch his lover sleep, but that is exactly what he is doing and he can’t help himself anymore. When Selene’s soft breathing pushes his chest up and down, when he moves his head to the side and let the marks left in the skin be shown, when his hair becomes a delightful mess… then is when Phobos is breathless, stunned by this man once more.

collarbone kiss

It’s been a while since the last time they had any time alone together, and it was mostly because Selene had the tendency of focusing way too hard on the tasks given while forgetting to eat, to sleep, to exist outside his immediate work. It was commendable, yes, but absolutely irritating if you were the one left waiting and getting completely ignored. 

Once more it was Selene the only one left behind when it was time for lunch (it would be unfair to say he was actually the only one there, but the blond had managed to scare the others off somehow with just a few nasty looks), and barely heard him coming from behind. His hands on the other navigator’s hips, he’d bury his nose on Selene’s hair, taking a deep breath and sighing happily -oh, how he had missed that scent-. There were no words this time, he had wasted too many when he knew this man wouldn’t listen in the end.