12-29-2017, 09:20 PM
if there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes
His memories and thoughts, both the pleasant ones he'd kept close to think on often and the unpleasant ones he'd hidden away (out of sight, out of mind), pull out the raw emotion within him and for the time that Eione is exploring his mind, Amet is himself in truest form. He shows her the events and the horses who'd changed his life, his moments of anxiety, the simple things that bring a smile to his face ─ and he shows her these things without hesitation or the slightest inkling of worry, but with the immense hope that she will see him as good and kind and boundlessly hopeful. His amber eyes are open finally, peering out over the darkness of Hyaline with unshed tears before they turn to connect with the crimson of Eione's and he realizes that she, too, is rife with emotion. His emotion.
Cold anxiety grips his chest for a beat, and then two ─ she kisses it away, pushing it into nonexistence as her soft muzzle caresses the cusp of his shoulder, his leather-plated neck, the curve of his cheek. Eione is zealous in her touch and his own chest grows hot and impassioned, his torrid desire for her soaring to new heights. "I just wish I could know you the way you know me," he whispers gruffly in response to her thanks, amusement playing just at the edges of his words ─ it's his passion that takes the forefront, evident in the deepening of his tone and the rasp of his throat.
Eione's beautiful laughter rings out, gifting Hyaline and its wildlife with the gift of her voice. Her presses her warm frame closer to him and Amet sighs audibly, exaggeratedly, in his happiness as she responds in what he knows to be complete honesty. "That's what I was hoping for," his gruff voice matches hers and then suddenly Eione is shifting, curling the length of herself around his chest and throwing more heat into his fire. Amet curls his golden neck and runs his muzzle against the softness of her withers and then along the ridge of her spine as Eione nestles beneath him, lips curling away from his blunt teeth to nibble gently, hoping to coax an excited shiver from the sabino mare.
She tugs at his mane and Amet turns his head to the side to gaze at her with impassioned gold eyes, the breath stuck in his throat while gold melts into scarlet and only expelling when he can no longer hold it in his chest. The inhale that follows is deep and the air is heavy with the scent of her, exciting the leather-plated stallion further and igniting his loins until they begin to tighten and expose a portion of his manhood. He groans into the darkness of her back before breaking eye contact and turning his head in the other direction, to run his muzzle feverishly against the curve of her hindquarters before dropping his gilded head further to rub his cheek against the muscle of her hind leg, nostrils quivering in excitement to drink in her pheromones.
It does not take long for his full arousal to show, heavy beneath the curve of his belly and hot with desire. He does not shy away from the intensity of it, instead lets it wash over him and coax a low groan from the depths of his throat as he reaches his head across her rump and uses his chin to pull her closer to him (though they have already melded into one black and gold mass). "I need you, Eione," he nearly begs her, his desire unhindered by discretion or pride as he waits to see if she wants him ─ needs him ─ in return.
@[Eione]