[ he huffs a little sound of protest -- but it has nothing to do with pagan stripping off his shirt, and everything to do with the fact that his cuddles are briefly interrupted. but it isn't long before the other man draws him back in and tucks him close, and this time, there's all the loveliness of skin against skin.
my tiger. pagan calls him. my ajay.
and it's so tender that it makes something in him ache, so much that he has to duck his head to press a kiss under pagan's jaw because he's sure it must be written all over his face. he doesn't deserve this, not after everything he's done -- he doesn't deserve to still have the doors thrown open for him without question, to be wrapped up in all this warm adoration. ]
... it's really okay if I'm here? [ he already knows the answer, but he wants to hear it. again and again and again. ]
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my tiger. pagan calls him. my ajay.
and it's so tender that it makes something in him ache, so much that he has to duck his head to press a kiss under pagan's jaw because he's sure it must be written all over his face. he doesn't deserve this, not after everything he's done -- he doesn't deserve to still have the doors thrown open for him without question, to be wrapped up in all this warm adoration. ]
... it's really okay if I'm here? [ he already knows the answer, but he wants to hear it. again and again and again. ]