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Ram Easthallow (bifoliate) wrote in heureuxlake,

Ram's eyes slid closed, both listening to and feeling Joe's tone and the endearments he pressed into Ram's skin. Still dopey with pleasure, the thought flitted through Ram's mind that it was like a tattoo in its own way, every word a prick of the needle, leaving an indelible mark that, with enough distance, would become a whole picture. The idea was too big to fit into any of the vocabulary Ram had at his command in that particular moment, so he just let himself be wrapped into and around Joe as close as possible, unwilling to tear himself away even to reach for the tissues to clean them both up.

If he turned his head, he could bring them cheek-to-cheek, his nose tucked beneath Joe's ear. Ram splayed his fingers across the back of Joe's left wrist where Joe's hand rest on him. No matter what happened in the future, Joe wanted ever after with him; nothing could take that away. It had already changed them both. Almost never completely still, Ram's hand sketched meaningless shapes over Joe's back, transforming into the letters R-A-M, followed by H-E-A and then a heart. "Magical," Ram agreed, unable to recall if he'd used that word to Joe before or only in his head. "Aphrodite's on to something." He meant pleasure and desire, but he also meant love; he wasn't trying to hide it, just biding his time until the right moment for the actual words.