Re: Lakeside night: Seven/Liam
It felt like coming home.
His body fit against Seven's in all the right ways, the strength of his arms as he was enveloped in them familiar and comforting. He missed this. He missed him, the moment tinged with regret at the decisions he had made that had brought them both to this point. A breath hitched in his chest and his arms tightened around the man's neck and shoulders, one hand fisting in the back of Seven's shirt. "Hi yourself," Liam managed, his voice husky with the emotions that flooded through him.
Liam squeezed his eyes shut at Seven's words, face still buried against his neck, breathing and drinking him in like a man who was drowning for connection. "Miss you too. Miss you like life itself." He let out a breath, shuddering and shaking in his chest, lips closing around it against the throb of pulse in Seven's neck. Dream or not, it was as real as anything was to him just then in the world that had faded and lost all colour.
It was a long while before he could or would drag himself away a scant few inches, enough that he could see Seven fully, blue eyes moving this way and that as he searched over the other man's face as though he hadn't seen him for a long time. One hand came forward and cupped his cheek, thumb brushing over stubbled skin. "God, I fucking miss you." It hurt in the best way possible, an ache in his chest that thudded and pounded and made his eyes glisten.