Beautiful. Of all the words in the English language, Rory had never dreamed that anyone would call him that. Honestly, he never even though it was something that anyone would call him, not just because he didn’t feel like the term fit him, but simply because the thought had never occurred to him. But now, as Eisen finally spoke, Rory realized that it was the compliment he’d been dying for his whole life. There were so many facets of beauty, so many of which went far beyond the mere realm of the physical, and Rory felt every implication of the term reverberate through his heart and echo out through his skin. His eyes, wild and bright as they stared up at the love of his life, poured out emotion from his very core, but he didn’t speak. He couldn’t. And the best part was... he didn’t need to.
Not speaking certainly did not mean that he was silent, however. Oh no. Eisen’s hand, so gentle even in its tentativeness, made absolutely sure of that. Honestly, Eisen barely had to touch him at all to get him going. Rory may not have been intoxicated by a haze of pheromones, as Eisen was, but he was blinded by something that might have been even stronger. His love for Eisen, so long pushed into the very farthest and darkest recess of his heart, exploded up from his core, flowing swift and molten hot, like lava from a volcano. His whole body tensed and seized with pleasure and his lips parted to give voice to a series of passionate (and increasingly incoherent) cries as Eisen brought him closer to the peak of bliss.
Afterwards, Rory lay quiet, gasping and trembling for a few moments as he lethargic brain tried to process what to do next. It took him a few minutes, but at length he pushed himself up onto his elbow and looked gently over at Eisen, letting his other hand sneak back toward Eisen’s waistline. He’d be damned if he wasn’t going to repay Eisen in kind. Sliding his fingers into the waistband of Eisen’s pants, he ran his fingertips over the smooth skin, looking up to search for his best fri-- no -- lover’s eyes. “Eisen...” his voice was low and soft, and the air of reverence lingered, although there was a curious note in it now, something almost like shame. “There’s... something I have to tell you.”