[ Though Dion may redirect from time to time, Joshua never once takes it the wrong way. He's aware Dion likely has more experience than he does, so he doesn't mind being led. Like a dance, it is something he will learn, but he is nothing if not a quick learner.
But this is everything he'd wanted it to be. Everything he'd hoped it would be. The warmth of their lips pressed together, the mingling of breath, the feel of Dion's hair beneath his fingers and Dion's fingers in his own. He could - and would - do this forever, if given the opportunity. But they both need to breathe, and so when Dion pulls back, he does not protest. He simply leans into the press of foreheads, letting out a shaky exhale as his thumb strokes the prince's hair.
And then laughs, softly, no more than a breath, as Dion explains the cuff further. ]
You truly do mean to be my lance, don't you.
[ With Clive as his Shield and Dion as his lance... he should last forever, he thinks. There is no more formidable trio than the three of them together. ]
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But this is everything he'd wanted it to be. Everything he'd hoped it would be. The warmth of their lips pressed together, the mingling of breath, the feel of Dion's hair beneath his fingers and Dion's fingers in his own. He could - and would - do this forever, if given the opportunity. But they both need to breathe, and so when Dion pulls back, he does not protest. He simply leans into the press of foreheads, letting out a shaky exhale as his thumb strokes the prince's hair.
And then laughs, softly, no more than a breath, as Dion explains the cuff further. ]
You truly do mean to be my lance, don't you.
[ With Clive as his Shield and Dion as his lance... he should last forever, he thinks. There is no more formidable trio than the three of them together. ]
Would you put it on for me?