[For Dion, this isn't an entirely novel experience. That said, there is something to be said for the tension that has brewed between them, likely ever since the moment Joshua first entered his tent. Each touch sends a thrill cascading through Dion, to the degree that he swears the hairs on the nape of his neck stand on end.
He doesn't mind if Joshua's fingers might be smudged with dirt, same as Dion's own. He cares not for how unpracticed he may or may not feel. He has dreamed of this moment, wanted it even as he told himself not to. It is a blessing from Greagor herself, and he intends to cherish it.
The return touches are gentle, careful even. Here and there he shifts, a gentle nudge to a better position. It isn't judgemental or borne of irritation. His heart aches with the desire to tend to and nurture this little flame between them. He mirrors Joshua's touch in a way, except instead of laying his hand against the other man's cheek, he cards tenderly through his hair. It's just as soft as it had been the day he woke up in Joshua's bed.
As much as he would like to, Dion ultimately doesn't linger. He pulls back, settling instead with pressing their forehead's together. He breathes to same air as Joshua, tasting his breath with each intake of his own.]
I - forgot something. [His voice is light, almost sheepish. Once again, he finds himself rambling, lest he forget.] The cuff is enchanted. Should you ever find yourself in need, it shall protect you with Light no different than my own.
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He doesn't mind if Joshua's fingers might be smudged with dirt, same as Dion's own. He cares not for how unpracticed he may or may not feel. He has dreamed of this moment, wanted it even as he told himself not to. It is a blessing from Greagor herself, and he intends to cherish it.
The return touches are gentle, careful even. Here and there he shifts, a gentle nudge to a better position. It isn't judgemental or borne of irritation. His heart aches with the desire to tend to and nurture this little flame between them. He mirrors Joshua's touch in a way, except instead of laying his hand against the other man's cheek, he cards tenderly through his hair. It's just as soft as it had been the day he woke up in Joshua's bed.
As much as he would like to, Dion ultimately doesn't linger. He pulls back, settling instead with pressing their forehead's together. He breathes to same air as Joshua, tasting his breath with each intake of his own.]
I - forgot something. [His voice is light, almost sheepish. Once again, he finds himself rambling, lest he forget.] The cuff is enchanted. Should you ever find yourself in need, it shall protect you with Light no different than my own.