There were nuances to Nuage that left him breathless more often than he cared to count. His gentle spirit above all else inspired a fatherliness from Nihlus that he'd never imagined possible; an affectionate and pressing need to take care of the blue-pointed man beyond any point he'd ever done for another before. Hot soup on sick days and flowers after a fight, cheap dollar store chocolate snuck into the movie theaters and cards with hand-drawn doodles on the front just because he knew how much Nuage adored them. He'd drawn flowers for his baby, and hearts and bunnies and buildings when he felt brave; but he'd draw anything for Nuage if he even thought it - more than that, he'd do anything for Nuage.
He'd been hesitant, he'd been scared, and honestly, he would be again. The shadowy voice of his anxiety disorder would constantly pick him apart until eventually, he wound up sobbing on the hardwood floor of the bedroom in their apartment building. Mental illness was tricky like that, always building and building against the floodgates you so strategically place, thinking that this time I'll hold it all in, that this time, I won't break down. But he would, again and again.
What made that okay was the man positioned beneath him; Nuage L'Étoile. As their eyes connected with a passion that dared challenge the strength of the almighty stars above, Nihlus knew that he was safe. Safe to be fragile and broken before the one who would always know the right words; and if not the right words, then the right touch; and if not the right touch, then the right action; and if not the right anything, he would always be the right presence. For even at his darkest hour, Nihlus would be subject to the whims of a lighter outlook were it only for Nuage's presence in the room.
His back was arching now, the white of his bones showing through the skin pulled taught against them as he clutched their duvet with a strength to rival any god's. Curses slipped past his lips as softly as any poem might as he soothed his lover to slip, but Nihlus knew better than to think that Nuage was anywhere near a restful state as he hit that perfect spot, again and again. As his baby's face contorted in a delirious mixture of pleasure and pain, Nihlus couldn't help but to mirror the expression back to him, feeling in his own gut that powerful need for release as they made love there on their squeaky, wire-frame bed.
Beneath the loving embrace of his hand, Nuage's throat contracted wordlessly. It was beautiful to watch, the way the blue of the other's eyes only become more trusting as Nihlus rendered him closer and closer to a darkness that most would fear, in his place. He felt himself stiffen and need as he realized the bond they were making in these moments; for he truly did know how to take care of Nuage exactly as a doting father should... And in return, his baby boy trusted him to the point of reckless abandon. The twistedness of it all wasn't kinky in his mind as he watched the colour of Nuage's face change. No, not kinky; just intimate, and real, and true.
True love.
As Nihlus whispered his command, Nuage body readily obeyed. Bucking and writhing beneath both the power of his thrusts and the fluid stroke of his wrist, Nuage released the tension he held in a great show of enthusiastic cum, the fluid covering both their chest with a sticky warmth that neither minded. Finally, as his cock twitched a final time, Nihlus loosened his grasp on the sub's neck, collapsing down on to his elbows so that their mouths could happily reunite.
"I love you, baby boy..." His hand found its way to the angular plains of Nuage's cheek, his thumb stroking away the last remains of a tear shed in a different reality. None of that mattered now. What mattered was this: them: always. "I love you."
As this declaration befall Nuage's ears, Nihlus could not longer withhold himself. As he pushed home one final time, he ducked his head into the crook between Nu's shoulder and neck, biting and kissing there with varying intensity as the waves of his orgasm came and went. A part of him wanted to pull out, to paint his lover like a piece of art, to watch as his back arched to accept the spurts of cum; but Nihlus found that in this moment, as the intimacy of their union today glowed as bright as the sun in the skies of his memory, that he would prefer to be truly one with Nuage.
Like that, they rested a moment, breathless and sweaty and impossibly close.
The moment stretched for an eternity, their bond strengthening each time a lifetime passed.
With each blink of his eyes, Nihlus found himself more and more in love with the sky-boy.
Nothing matter; nothing fucking mattered except for them.
"My love," he whispered, propping himself up on an elbow, sleepily smiling down at Nuage's now-normally colored face. "You are mine."
"And I will always be yours."
He wouldn't make the mistake of letting Nuage fall asleep before he knew that fact; never again; not for the rest of their days together.
Nihlus
that's all I want
@[Nuage]