[ It's hard to say whether or not they'll forget everything once the dream is over, but Six doesn't want to forget about this either. If anything, he'd rather keep it as their own little secret, tucked underneath fragile hearts and soft kisses.
He doesn't resist when Sunday pulls him close again, slotting their mouths together in another kiss. Sunday tastes like fear and yearning, but the erune doesn't know how to fix that. Even if he kisses him more, even if he holds him close, he doubts he can ever give him what he truly wants. But what they have is all they've got, and it'll have to be enough for now.
When he pulls back, he keeps their foreheads pressed together. ]
Sunday— [ Only after he murmurs the other man's name does he give enough distance between them to get a good look at his face. ] Are you sure?
[ He can feel the hardness pressed against him, something that earns an equally aroused reaction from him too. But he doesn't make a move to reach out for it just in case Sunday doesn't want this at all. ]
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He doesn't resist when Sunday pulls him close again, slotting their mouths together in another kiss. Sunday tastes like fear and yearning, but the erune doesn't know how to fix that. Even if he kisses him more, even if he holds him close, he doubts he can ever give him what he truly wants. But what they have is all they've got, and it'll have to be enough for now.
When he pulls back, he keeps their foreheads pressed together. ]
Sunday— [ Only after he murmurs the other man's name does he give enough distance between them to get a good look at his face. ] Are you sure?
[ He can feel the hardness pressed against him, something that earns an equally aroused reaction from him too. But he doesn't make a move to reach out for it just in case Sunday doesn't want this at all. ]