🎀

[Honestly, he feels almost overwhelmed by the depth of his orgasm. It's not the first time Eiden has fucked him through one, but there's a lot more to this time, he supposes. If he didn't already have tears in his eyes from the sensations, this moment would no doubt bring them.

Hands move to his hair and he tilts obediently, meeting lips in unspoken urgency and desperation. His own move to embrace the other man properly, basking in the sensation of skin on skin. Without a doubt, it is the most wonderful, sweet feeling in the world. No matter how long it's been, how worried he might have been, how "over it" he managed to be—he will never forget this feeling.]

Ei... den...

[His voice is half lost in Eiden's lips as the brunet settles down against him. As he strokes a side and then up to pull a moan and a gasp from him, body arching gently as a thumb teases his nipple. There's no attempt to move away, no worries that his words will be misunderstood as the priest cradles his lover's cheek.]

Happy birthday, Eiden.

[stay with me. I love you. I missed you. he doesn't speak the words, but they remain in the depths of his kisses, the curl of his hold. This is good enough for him. More than good enough.]