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Ā Ā Ā Ā He felt swaddledĀ in warmth, the covers over him doing well to keep the pleasant heat in and make sleep eager to linger even as his conscious fought to awaken. It was a lazy struggle, one that resulted in a compromise of sorts; emerald remaining hidden behind close lids, but his mind somewhat capable of cognitive function. Stuck between sleeping and wakefulness - as if unsureĀ was to which was more tempting of an option. Truthfully, he almost decided on the latter, for it had been some time since heād slept and felt this at easeĀ with everything.
Ā Ā Ā Ā The gentle caress of fingertips trailing down his chest soon changed his mind, however, the touch coaxing his eyes to open even as he squinted against the warm, honeyed light pouring in through the windows. Immediately did his gaze land upon a familiar pale figure before him; and in that haze that clung to his mind before memories of the night before - and the events that had led to it - could flood him, lips found themselves turning up into an easy, content smile.
Ā Ā Ā Ā His smile seemed to encourage the appearance of one on the other maleās face, pale fingers still softly dancing along the blondās skin and leaving invisible lines like trails of fire on his body. The touch was soothing, a comfort after all the hectic activity that had been happening ever since his arrival back in town, and were it not for the fact that he wanted to drink in the sight of Dark before him and memorize every feature as best he could, Helios would have easily closed his eyes and gone back to sleep.
Ā Ā Ā Ā āGāmorning, Sunshine~.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā The gently whispered greeting made the curve of Heliosā lips widen slightly, and a hand unearthed itself from the covers and rose to gently grasp the one that Dark had practically mappingĀ him out. Tan fingers laced through a paler set, a gentle squeeze given as the intertwined pair was brought close enough that Helios could press a soft kiss to the back of Darkās hand.
Ā Ā Ā Ā āGāmorning~...ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Silence fell between them again; though unlike so many times recently, it was a comfortableĀ silence, a silence of two lovers simply choosing to baskĀ in each otherās presence. Crimson met emerald steadily, neither gaze faltering as both reveled in the other.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Eye contact took some time to break, and even then, it was only because Dark chose to close the distance between them and press their lips together. Helios offered no resistance - in fact, he welcomed the touch almost eagerlyĀ -, and what started as a sweet good morning kiss slowly turned more passionate, more needing, with each passing second; like a slow-burning fire, glowing embers gently being stoked into a heat that warmed Helios inside and out.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Lips eventually began to wander, moving from lips to cheek, neck to shoulders and back again. Hands surely would have been wandering, too, but instead they remained clasped together; Helios refusing to let up on his hold as if he were afraidĀ that if he did, Dark would vanish from his bed with nary a warning. When it became clear that bothĀ were unwilling to let go, to release the other on the off-chance they might disappear, Helios settled instead for tugging Dark close and wrapping his free arm securely around the palerās waist; a head of silver hair settling to rest against Heliosās shoulder and pale lips quickly finding their way to his throat, seemingly intentĀ on covering the taller in kisses and gentle marks.
Ā Ā Ā Ā It was here, in the quiet hours of the morning, that Helios allowed himself to forget his troubles for a short while. He forgot that he and Dark werenāt together, that he hadnāt actually held himĀ like this for years. Forgot that downstairs his family would be making breakfast; having no doubt deduced that bothĀ males were there and more than likely together. He forgot that he was utterly miserable, and that Dark was with someone elseĀ and that this was all wrong.
Ā Ā Ā Ā He forgot that this time around, he was the other man, rather than the one being cheated on.
Ā Ā Ā Ā All that mattered to him, in that single moment, was that he was in Darkās arms and Dark was in his, and that for at least a little while, in the sanctuary that had once been theirĀ room, he could forget,Ā and he could be happy.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Even if it was a moment of stolen happiness that heād likely never have again.
