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Paul sported an almost insolent and indifferent restraint, masking emotions in a mask of pride and confidence. It only served to manage his own shyness and restrain. Hide the nature of his feeling to Hugh would have been impossible and in any case he wouldn't have want it. The man was able to read him, offering then the luxury of this feigned distance and indifference. Although he would never say it, besides his research and mushrooms, what he cherished the most was spending time with Hugh. Hear his voice, even in the professional setting, feel his presence and warmth, receive his tenderness in every touch and in every look. Culber was so open to him, his emotions raw in the expressions and the voice, even though the words were sober, he could never doubt the love and passion he had for him.
Huddle in his arm, whether the day was calm or as eventful as today, gave him pure comfort. Body against body, skin against skin, he could abandon himself in the arms of the doctor and forget everything else. And that night, like every night after an eventful day, but especially dangerous, Paul wanted only one thing, the passion of his husband. He would not ask for it, he would not look for it, but in any way the doctor would gave him what he needed. This passionate love, somehow more violent, more physical, in which Stamets could sink, let himself drown.
It was a proof of his love, for him, a man who liked to have control and feel superior to others, to be carried away in such a torrent, in a pure act of abandonment and trust, could only be translated by love.
Oh he loved his man for knowing, for guessing under his mask what he needed. If he managed to trick him sometimes, as soon as he was in his arms or even in the privacy of a room it was lost and his feelings, although timidly shown, were fully understood.
And Hugh Understood. Under the blanket, their bodies stuck together, but not enough. With his hand he came looking for Paul's side, pushing his fingers into the flesh and bringing him closer to him. The blonde's reaction was immediate. He let himself go, moved with ease, and unrestrainedly greeted his man's lips on his neck, kissing him relentlessly. His hand grabbed his skull, trying to expose the throat a little more. And quietly, but surely Hugh stood between his legs, hugging him passionately. Paul let himself go, abandoning all ounces of control, until he forgot everything in the warm arms of his doctor.
With a steady roll, Hugh turned them over. Paul laughed, surprised at being on top and feeling a little lighter. Enthusiastically he abandonned himself in the kiss that followed, leaving the tenderness of his husband lose him a little more until they repositioned themselves lying against each other, tight. Hugh continued to kiss him on the forehead and caress his hair and his back until Paul fell asleep. Hugh was happy not to have lost him today, happy to have him in his arms, happy to know that he was loved and could love without restraint.
End.