It's the way his thumb brushes against his cheek to clear it of tears that perhaps most changes Nih's heart; the simple gesture, almost forgettable, a symbol for who they are to each other, and a reminder to the broken man that he's more than just his shattered pieces. He's more than the mess he's made. And whatever that is, whatever he is, is enough for Nuage. The way he strokes his face leaves Nih sure of it - more sure of him than anything else.
They shift positions fluidly, as practiced lovers often do; the weight of Nuage on his bare chest soothes his nerves, compressing his anxiety until his sobs slow and his breathing levels out. He can feel both their hearts beating, and he focuses on their rhythm, realizing not for the first time that this boy in his arms, in his lap, is a living, breathing creature, with feelings just like his. The revelation makes Nihlus squeeze Nu tighter, knowing that if he should let go, it would be for forever.
Nuage starts humming, and it conceals the pounding of their hearts, allowing Nih to push away the devastating thoughts. He smiles at the sound, at his lover's beautiful voice, but it is gone by the time he's pulling back to issue a final warning.
Nuage, though. His smile is stuck in place. As if this whole conversation was barely a blip - just a blink of blackness in the long film reel that would eventually prove to be their lives together.
Let me love you.
Their opened lips meet with an audible gasp, tongues gently touching before they're locked together. Nihlus's eyes squeeze shut, begging himself to memorize this moment, this feeling, the way he knows that Nuage meant ever word he'd said just by the way his kiss reaches the deepest part of Nihlus' mind. And oh, it is a sweet kiss - one Nihlus could bask in forever - one that they will share, again and again, because he's done it now. He's changed Nih's mind - and he wouldn't change it back again.
"I love you," He mutters into Nuage's mouth when he feels a hand pushing him onto the hardwood floor. His arms, which had been around Nu's muscled back, are placed there more firmly now, sliding up and down with and without his nails, drawing Nuage impossibly closer, and coxing his lithe body into a rolling, grinding motion. Their kiss has suddenly taken an unexpected turn, with Nuage taking Nih between his teeth as if he owns him.
"Oh, God."
With one hand still on Nu's back, Nihlus presses himself up from the ground and heaves himself on to his feet, the smaller man held safely in his arms. There's a devilish hunger in his eyes (eyes still wet from tears), and an assuredness in the way his chest heaves that could only mean that Nuage had truly convinced him. Their love is all that fucking matters.
Nuage is squirming onto the bed then, beautiful in all his perfect nakedness, but Nihlus grabs his shoulder and stops him. "On your back, love," his low voice rasps, the smirk on his lips almost audible in his words. He settles his weight on top of Nuage, a hand coming to rest on the man's lovely face. "I want to look in your eyes."
Somewhere between the floor and the bed, Nihlus had discarded his own boxers, and despite the blip in the film reel, he feels himself completely hard between Nuage's legs. Without hesitation he presses the tip of his shaft against Nuage, his eyes softening, head tilting to watch his lover's expression.
"I love you, Nuage."
All at once, they're mouths are together and so are they, hands grabbing greedily at any available flesh, soft moans filling the room as the light of the sunset filtered through opened blinds. The bed added its own little squeaks, but neither of the men could care about a few loose springs when the other looked so fucking gorgeous bending over trying to locate them. There's laughter in Nihlus' smile as they kiss, pure unadulterated happiness exuding from him as he makes love to Nuage. He would stay like this forever, if he could, with waves of ecstasy rolling over him, sensations so blissful he could almost forget the tears they'd so recently shed.
Breaking the kiss, Nihlus takes the hand that had been behind Nuage's head and uses it to prop himself up, a look of love and devotion joining that of a playful dom. His other hand goes to Nuage's hip bone, adding momentum to the already-responding man's push-backs; he groans through slitted lips, eyes rolling back in pleasure. When he can open his eyes again to stare down at his sub (intense as ever, but he likes watching Nuage squirm), Nihlus releases the other's hip and moves to grasp the hardened shaft that bounces around in response to their movements. With a practiced ease, Nih strokes his lover's cock, watching as Nuage's face contorts in pleasure, and thinking only of his love for this beautiful boy.
Beautiful, beautiful boy.
Nihlus
that's all I want
@[Nuage]