Drabble 2
Desire, a spark of lightning racing between them. Skin against skin, flesh in flesh. With every laboured breath on his skin, words falling from his lips like drops of nectar sent to him from the Gods themselves. Exaltation, reverence in every ghosting touch of trembling fingers. A crescendo of exhortation; more, harder, please, there, yesssss. Taste of salt as his tongue trails patterns of want and need; emotions made raw in their ferocity.
Racing heart reaches towards then end now sight, his fall as sharp, tumbling and terrifying as Lucifer's. Pleasure sparks along his limbs, head thrown back, scream of delight ripped almost painfully from him.
Loss creeps into him, feeling adrift in the tide of retreating warmth. His arms tighten, desperation dragging them closer together, the need to affirm and be affirmed forces word out him
"I love you Lorcan."
A smile, the one he would destroy worlds to see, peace creeping into his fearful soul.
"I love you too Lysander."
He falls into the gentle oblivion of slumber, reassured.
They sleep as the live, together.