Long, virile fingers wrapped around slim hips and hot, chapped lips trailed down a pale, slender throat. The room was cool compared to the hot body pressed against him. Soft, silken hair tickled his face. He groaned as he felt his hips being lifted and ground against. He grabbed a fistful of hair and tugged, smirking when he was rewarded with a grunt. There was darkness, but he was fine with all. All he would ever want, he could feel.

He would never tire nor ever want anything but this, this beautiful entanglement with the lad above him.

X

"Hey, Arthur?"

He hummed in response, turning over to better hear his partner. He was slightly worried, he only ever used his whole name if something was bothering him. "Yes, poppet?"

"Do you ever wish... you could see me?"

He could hear the sincerity and wonder in his voice. It was a question he never thought he would be faced with. Not being able to see had never really bothered him, so he never really thought about it. Colors had no meaning, and shapes were only important so he could feel how big or small they were.

Textures and such, however, meant everything to him. He loved the feeling of silk and velvet, and the sensation of soft cotton sheets. He loved feeling warm tea slide down his throat or the warmth of the sun grace his face. There was nothing better than being cradled in Alfred's strong arms, or nuzzling against his wide and smooth chest. He could feel the gentleness roll off the younger man in tidal waves when he would bathe Arthur in the tub.

He could feel a smile creep up onto his face. He knew exactly how to answer the question presented to him.

"Oh, love, I do see you." He rolled over onto him, straddling his waist and resting his hands on the lad's chest. "I may never be able to see you as you see me, but I see you all the same." He couldn't help but widen his smile and continue when he felt warm, calloused hands settle over his own. "I may never know what 'blond' and 'blue' and 'tan' and 'handsome' look like, but I can tell you what 'kind' and 'gentle' and 'heroic' and 'love' feel like, Alfred. And you are all of those things."

He was surprised when he felt his lover sit up and hold him tightly, firmly pressing his lips against his. He wrapped his arms around his neck and sighed happily. He knew, no matter how hard he looked, he would never find a sight more beautiful than his love.

A/N: I wanna explain this a bit, because I feel it needs it. I wrote this with the inspiration of "exploration" in mind. To me, exploration is so much more than just seeing. I wrote this as the aftermath of exploration, although it is a bit vague. I guess, however, it can be argued that the "exploring" being done here is Arthur's thought to the question.