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It's warm, almost too warm with the unnatural heat of Cloud's body above him, the crackling heat of the fireplace to his left and the soft, radiant heat of the heavy blanket beneath them. Cloud's callused hands are warm on his skin, his breath warm in the space between their mouths, his eyes—when they're open—warm as they search into Leon's own. It's almost overwhelming.
"Cloud," he says, the man's name a bare, husky whisper off his tongue.
Cloud hums softly in reply, low and rough like a cat's purr, a sound that's at once reassuring and enticing. He knows that Leon doesn't really have anything further to say, that he just likes hearing the rare sound of Cloud's voice when he responds to him. That thought—the idea that he knows him that well—sends a small shiver through Leon, one that has nothing at all to do with the physical pleasure his body is feeling in the moment.
Cloud dips his head to drag warm lips over the exposed line of Leon's throat, the even warmer softness of his tongue extending to trace the path of his pulse from the dip in the center of his collarbone up to the slope of his jaw, slow and sensual—methodical, but no less pleasing for the near-predictability. Sometimes Leon thinks his perfectionist tendencies are wearing off on his partner.
Leon closes his eyes and sighs, tipping his head back in open encouragement. More, he wants to say, but before it even passes from errant thought to something a little more audible, Cloud grazes his teeth over a sensitive spot on his throat, the arch of muscle just to the side of his Adam's apple, and then he sinks them in more fully, just shy of breaking the skin. It's a sharp and fleeting pain, nothing less than absolute possession and perfect domination with the way he grinds his pelvis down just so at the exact same time. Leon has to stifle a moan at the implications, one hand scratching up the length of Cloud's naked back, nails glancing briefly over the thick line of scar tissue where his dragon-like wing used to be. His neck arches further as Cloud soothes over the now-tender flesh with his hot, hot tongue, and a quiet, shuddering breath works its way through him.
There is no one else Leon would ever consider submitting to like this. No one.
Even as Cloud claims him, and then later as desire takes them again and they fall back into an intimate tangle of bodies and blankets—this time with Cloud trapped so willingly between him and the floor—he's overwhelmed by that realization, and staring down into Cloud's fire-tinted blue eyes shows that same sentiment reflected right back at him.
The night ends much as it began: heat between them, heat next to them, heat all around them. Heat in Cloud's eyes, in his touch, in his rare, shy smile...the one that only ever comes out for Leon, the one that stirs feelings deep inside him that he'd once thought he'd never have a chance to experience again. Those feelings are things he's not sure he'll ever be able to put into words, not even in unguarded moments like this, but he figures that maybe, as close as they've become...maybe words just aren't necessary.