Drabble.
Tongues sliding against one another, teeth grazing the tender flesh of the inner thigh, mind lost to sensations he had come to crave. A sigh skittering against the slick, sweat soaked skin on his neck, a litany of almost incoherant words meeting his ear, like a prayer, an exhortation of more, harder, please, there, yesssss. The feeling of finally being complete, tears rising in his eyes.
Spiralling higher, upwards, Icarus reaching the sun. His wings burn, a roaring in his ears as he falls from grace but into perfect contentment. Arms enfold him, and he relaxes. Bones become molten, peace decends. His heart finally begins to slow, the blood in veins pacified and quiet. The desire still there, but quiet; waiting for the next opportunity to rise, dragging him under into a world of flesh and need and obsession.
A voice, quiet but sure.
" I love you Lorcan."
A smile, pulled from the place only they knows exists.
" I Love you too Lysander"
Morpheus calls to him, as his brother's arms cradle him and protect him from the world. They sleep as they live, together.