Rory really could barely believe he’d just done that. Settling back against the pillows, Rory turned his head toward Eisen and caught him in a gentle kiss. Now that they were both glowing and satisfied, the tide of pheromones had ebbed and the insistent passion that had been clouding Rory’s thoughts (not to mention his judgment) was beginning to clear. It was a good thing that Eisen had managed to stay coherent enough to respond in kind to Rory’s declaration, because Eisen’s words had spurred him on. But as exhilarating as hearing those words had been the first time, when Eisen spoke them again the had a curiously opposite effect, stilling Rory’s heart instead of quickening it.
Had Eisen not told Rory outright that he loved him at the beginning of this exercise, Rory might have doubted the statement, might've questioned the degree to which passion and pleasure were playing a role. Except... that was three times he'd said it, and Rory couldn't help but believe him. If anything, it was Rory's own, post-coital words that were untrustworthy. But he would remind Eisen tomorrow, provided that this wasn't a dream. Oh yes. He'd remind Eisen and remind him and remind him. Rory's eyes shone brightly through the half-darkness, full of deep, raw emotion. A thousand thoughts would’ve exploded through Rory’s brain, but right now, thinking wasn’t at the top of his list of priorities. He was still hazy with bliss and, suddenly, so much more exhausted than he’d been before.
Reaching for Eisen’s cheek with his clean hand, Rory settled his body against Eisen’s and brought their lips together for a few seconds. “I love you too,” he murmured. “So much. So much.” He settled his head against Eisen’s chest, his eyes half-closing as he nestled close.