It takes more than he thought it would, to not recoil, even though he knew it was going to be something like this. It takes less than he thought he would to roll them so Phillip's on top of him again, pressing him down into the bed. He's taking deep breaths, obvious how much he's controlling his breathing, making sure he is still breathing, adjusting. It's uncomfortable, for both of them, but he needs this, needs to confront it if anything between them is going to be anything real at all, if he's going to trust Phillip in the future.
He reaches up slowly, hands shaking just a little bit, slides his fingers against Phillip's jaw, into his hair, pulling him down for a kiss that starts tentative, a bit, but slips slowly sideways into heat, mouth opening under his on a low moan, even as there's still a fine tremor in his arms. Even like this, even with his eyes closed, he can feel the difference, somehow, taste darkness on his tongue, strange and alien.
Something about this is undeniably wrong, twisted, sideways. But Hydaelyn doesn't smite him or scream at him or even so much as warn him about anything, even the Echo feels as though it lies silent. And something about this is also right, warm, familiar. If nothing else, he believes Phillip that this has been who he has been all along, now, in a way that he never could have with just words-- there's no denying it now.
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Date: 2021-04-12 05:35 pm (UTC)He reaches up slowly, hands shaking just a little bit, slides his fingers against Phillip's jaw, into his hair, pulling him down for a kiss that starts tentative, a bit, but slips slowly sideways into heat, mouth opening under his on a low moan, even as there's still a fine tremor in his arms. Even like this, even with his eyes closed, he can feel the difference, somehow, taste darkness on his tongue, strange and alien.
Something about this is undeniably wrong, twisted, sideways. But Hydaelyn doesn't smite him or scream at him or even so much as warn him about anything, even the Echo feels as though it lies silent. And something about this is also right, warm, familiar. If nothing else, he believes Phillip that this has been who he has been all along, now, in a way that he never could have with just words-- there's no denying it now.