let my shadows prove the sunshine
He feels so much like himself beneath this silvered moonlight and beside a handsome man; of course, he is not truly himself (he never will be again, he presumes, with this terrible curse brooding inside him), but the feeling is somewhat freeing. He enjoys pretending that he is carefree and unshackled, like he once was, and his time with Pteron is the closest thing to it in a long while. Perhaps that is why he lingers so close to him - not only because of the natural magnetism between the two, but because the winged stallion reminds him so much of what the future could possibly hold, even with a beast lurking inside.
Pteron pauses at his touch - one that is sincere and filled with a dense desire - and Svedka draws still as well. Perhaps this is the moment where the anticipation will fall away and they will succumb to the electricity and chemistry between them both. Svedka holds his breath, afraid that even a blink would change the course they were on, racing at full speed.
Something holds them back, though. There is a sense of restraint that seems to cover both stallions, both reasons extremely different from each other. Despite the warm pit of desire pooling in his belly, something else trills there (something primal, something wild), and that feeling alone is what allows Svedka to break his touch, to inhale deeply and exhale with a staggered breath. If he lost himself in the moment, would that something awaken?
There is no denying that the sparks are still there, amidst their separation physically in an attempt to cool their heated moment - but Svedka knows they will just warm up again, playing on a line that is dangerous and thrilling all at once. The patched stallion walks calmly beside the other, listening intently. He smiles at the idea of Pteron being a father, knowing without a doubt he would be a good one. That thought is distracted by the gentle kisses that Pteron peppers against his gold and white ribcage, causing a very prominent shiver to cascade down his spine. There is a pleasant and encouraging hum in his throat that vibrates deeply, his brilliant blue gaze darkening with a mixture of tenderness and longing.
Pteron speaks of Tephra but Svedka is hardly listening, though his ears follow the dun’s voice. I want you. The confession is all he needs to turn his head towards Pteron, returning the heated kiss on his jawline with one of his own, the pearled pink of his mouth placing kisses that dance like fire across his creamy cheek. A hunger and a need tighten in his chest and stomach, a near purr resounding in his chest when Pteron glides away from him. He follows eagerly in an attempt to not lose his touch, but he is unsuccessful. There is a grin on his face, however, enjoying the dance.
“I would find you even if you didn’t visit,” he tells him with a near-growl, eyes alight and sparkling. He smiles, eagerly matching Pteron’s quick pace and settling beside him peacefully. The chase is delightful, leaving his heart beating wildly in his chest. The subject turns and Svedka is a little bit disappointed, though he cannot hide the fact that just spending time with Pteron is enough for him at the moment, especially if he did not wish to move any further than what they have already done tonight. “Not so much in Beqanna,” he muses, “the river, the meadow...though my teenage years were spent outside of Beqanna, in my mother’s homeland.” He remembers being as wild and free as the sun and the wind, where he spent the days with others just as wild as him, and where he had preened his habit of taking a lover whenever they both wished it. He chuckles softly at the memories, wondering if Pteron would have flourished beneath that kind of lifestyle as well. “You would have enjoyed that place, I think.”
svedka
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