Fingers like raindrops fall against his skin, each one skilled and moving with its own purpose that seemed so clear and yet so out of grasp at the same time. They move up and down his back, each soft, comforting touch pulling him closer to the edge of sleep but never quite letting him fall into its waiting arms. It was vaguely like reading a boo, those touches were, each simple caress just one more sentence that brought him closer to the edge, closer to the end.
Robert mutters something but he doesn't hear, is too wrapped up in the story to realize anything else. There's a wonderful freedom in this moment, a simple, beautiful point in time that will never be shared again. Yes, they will lay like this again and yes, the next time it might be even better than what they have right now, but there will never be anything like this one second, this one fragment that will go down as a part of them and everything they've they've strived for.
There are still questions though, silent ponderings that go unspoken between the two of them, and he can sense them even now. They lay hidden underneath the peace, underneath the touches and kisses and everything else they do. They haunt the two men like ghosts that they can never escape and yet are too afraid to openly fear. The questions had the power to break them, to tear down everything they've built up until that point and neither of them are ready to face that.
Soft, gentle words pull him from his thoughts, kisses bringing him back to reality and a slight smile graces his lips as he leans in, pressing his own sweet kisses to the blond. It crosses his mind to speak, to declare his love for the umpteenth time to the only man who has seen him like this, has /been the reason/ for him to be like this, but he chooses to stay silent, chooses instead to let his touch tell the story.