recitings | [SC] Ten Years Ahead [Genesis + Clovis]

"Mm. I will." Clovis nodded mutely at first. His mouth opened as a soft sound that sounded vaguely confused slipped out, and rose his hand automatically to stifle any other noises. He was able only to redirect so that he could touch either side of Genesis's face, never getting tired of feeling it, of feeling just a little braver in doing so.

Of course, his arms quickly went to wrap around the man's shoulders. He brought himself up close to rest his forehead against the other's, moaning in a way that he thought was actually quite pathetic as his hips thrust into Genesis's hand, rubbing more against him in the process. Clovis did try to keep his eyes open to look fondly at him, but found that he couldn't.

It's all right. It's all right. Telling such to the neurotic thoughts that almost wanted to pull away and apologize for being so shameful. It's all right to show this side to him, right? "Genesis."

The sight of Clovis slowly losing that careful, conservative front he always had was almost like a secret delight for Genesis. It was almost as if it was taken right out of his dreams: the sight of the gorgeous prince flushed, breathing heavily, moaning out his name. He had to admit it... he had to admit to how beautiful he found Clovis in the throes of passion.

"Don't think too much about it," he murmured, kissing him firmly on the jaw. "I love the sound of your voice like this... I love it so much when you want me. Tell me that you want me." He presses a hot, open-mouthed kiss against the hollow of Clovis' throat, his tongue rolling over the Adam's Apple there. All the while, he couldn't help the movement of his own hips, feeling Clovis' flesh against his as he did. He wanted more. He needed more of his beloved.

"You please me so much like this."

"But I..." Clovis couldn't finish what it was that he wanted to say as he softly tried to tell Genesis that he couldn't stop thinking. His mind constantly reminding him of how good everything felt, repeating the man's words of before specifically those specific three. He really could feel his love with each touch and kiss.

Pressing his lips together, he did try to quiet his moaning just a little. It didn't help much as he lost hold of his bottom lip with his teeth at the command. I always want you. The prince took a moment realizing that he hadn't said that aloud, still moaning and whimpering rather than making real words. "Yes, I want you ... I've always wanted you."

It wasn't a lie. It wasn't just to appease. His arms tightened a little more around Genesis's shoulders, tipping his head back just a little more. "Do ... do I? I..." He shook his head a little as he tried to talk to him properly, like he could. How can Genesis--?

Pressing into the crook of Clovis' neck as he continued to rub them both, Genesis spilled hot breath against a shoulder, his hips rolling even more-- as if demanding something deeper to sate the carnal fires inside of him. He needed it-- something more damp, something inside-- he wanted to be in him, to feel all of him. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, so dry from so much heat. The way Clovis stammered his pleading words was so innocent, like an ideal new bride, stolen away by the lecherous groom to the marriage bed.

The imagery forming in his mind made Genesis want to laugh. But it was his bride's very innocence which made him endearing to such a sinner.

"Clovis. My Clovis--" He couldn't help it, he couldn't help the surging feeling of possession coming over him.

"My Clovis, how could you not please me so? Forgive me. I feel so greedy. I want more than this. But I'm still a little tense. I'm unsure if you would enjoy it as much as I would. Forgive this lecher of yours for his greed." He murmured, pressing needy kisses against the peach-milk skin of his lover's jaw and neck.

Clinging onto him tighter, his arms wrapped around Genesis to hold him as close as he could. Yet still it didn't feel like they were close enough for him. His head fell back against the mattress, messing his hair up a little more. He wanted to be quiet, and had succeeded just a little bit before, but now he was moaning loudly with each thrust of his hips. More, more. His eyes closed as he wasn't sure if those words were slipping out of his mouth or not.

His hands came to run his fingers through Genesis's hair, turning to press his face against his own knuckles. "Yours. I want to be yours forever." Hadn't he said so before? It was strange that he couldn't remember. His mind becoming that much more hazy as he was sure that he felt his release would be soon. But he almost didn't want it. It seemed like it was too fast for him. For someone who never touched himself, never did anything of this nature, it couldn't go on as much as he wanted it to.

But, it really felt like paradise as he was, the sweet pleasure of his love having him like this, and he didn't want it to end. More childish thoughts. A soft hitch in his moaning, his whimpering.

Goddess-- Goddess-- the way Clovis' body moved in an unconsciously wanton way, that heat in his body and those sounds... yes, those sounds from the lips he loved so much. Everything about his lover, his bride, his heart, his Clovis was driving Genesis far too much in want. He need more-- so much more.

As much as it pained him to do so, he slowly let go of their shafts, moving his body away from the other-- enough to tell him that he needed something. Now, he had to think fast: there were only a few options for him to consider. First, there was saliva. But that would involve having his beloved doing something too crass. He might not be able to enjoy it. Second was lotion, but that didn't sound like it would work so nicely inside a body.

And then--

"Oil. I need a natural oil."

That should work. Knowing Clovis, he should have something lying around-- olive oil for the kitchen, coconut oil for the skin, perhaps, or even... safflower. Yes. Safflower oil was a common painting material. Hopefully Clovis did have something they could use so he didn't have to resort to something more crass.

"No, don't go." His voice surprised him at how needy it sounded. Even more so how he reached out to cling onto Genesis's shoulders when he pulled away to pull himself back into his love's lap. He really needed to feel him against him and even the brief distance seemed too much, but did halt at the words -- orders -- for oil.

Clovis blinked a few times to look at him in an almost pathetic manner. Dazed, he nodded slightly. The idea that he had to get up and be away from him upset him just a bit. He shook his head to clear it from those sort of silly thinking before leaning over to Genesis so that he could kiss him -- deeply instead of the chaste kisses of before. Letting out a soft sigh against those lips, he finally was able to get up off the bed.

Whenever he found the strength to stand, he was glad for it. His hands glossed over the front of the closet before he opened it. On one of the shelves on the side of the wall, he took out a small bottle of safflower oil with his hands trembling slightly. His head rested against the side of the door frame for a moment to calm, whimpering softly. "Genesis."

Setting his hand against the wall, he pushed himself off of it so that he could return to the man's side. Setting the half empty bottle in Genesis's hand, he tilted his head slightly. "I don't ... I don't quite understand..." He didn't finish as he closed his eyes, calming himself. Once more wanting to crawl on the other but resisting. We're too far apart. And bit his bottom lip instead of voicing such concerns.

"It's a tool," Genesis smiled. His blue eyes met Clovis' own for a moment and saw the need in them. How could I ever resist. He reached out to touch his beloved's arm, coaxing him to crawl back to him, to take a seat upon his lap once more, to greet him with the same deep kiss he parted from him with.

"Clovis. I asked for it, because I mustn't hurt you. Without this, it will hurt." After all, Clovis was still a virgin there. Genesis had to make it easier for him. And not to mention that being sore wasn't exactly the most thrilling experience, whether or not he was experienced with the act.

"I want you to help me apply it." Genesis smiled, opening the bottle and pouring liberally on two fingers, then gently, he ran the slick digits over Clovis' organ, wetting a side with the excess oil-- it was his way of demonstrating. "So I can finally be inside of you."

"Mm, it is." His tone was still somewhat dazed, but retrieving the bottle had helped to calmed him down. To be pulled back just from his release, he wondered if he should scold Genesis just a bit, but he couldn't find the words to do so. Arms wrapped comfortably around his love's shoulders as he sat equally so on the other's lap. Clovis let out another soft sigh at being able to be close to Genesis once more that was mostly swallowed up by the kiss that he was granted.

Pulling his arms back, somewhat reluctantly so that he could move easily, Clovis started to reassure that he was not hurt before realization dawned shortly after. He closed his mouth as his face grew red. Not so much about the act itself, but to use something which he worked with to clear his mind, to ease his concerns. The act which they would do to seal their vows would do the same, but he couldn't help but think how that would change his views on painting should he use oil of the same kind in the future. Of what images would come to him.

While he thought of this, he did let out a cry at being touched once more, shivering slightly afterward from the feeling of the oil. He opened his eyes, not realizing that he had closed them, before nodding mutely. It wasn't fair for Genesis to have to do everything for them. Reaching over to take the bottle carefully from him, he did the same as shown -- breath suddenly coming out fast even if he only had the oil on his hand.

Clovis closed the bottle and set it aside so that his now free hand could touch the side of Genesis's face. He pressed his face close, whispering against his lips but not yet kissing him. "I wish I wasn't so clumsy and weak ... it's almost embarrassing to not know what to do." It help to speak so speak as he lightly rubbed the oil over the length. Whimpering and moaning softly with each stroke as though it were his own. "Please, forgive me." Because if he did not apologize now, he was unsure he would ever be able to do so.

At the feel of Clovis' delicate fingers against his aching length, Genesis couldn't help but shiver, echoing the soft moans that fell from his beloved's lips. "Clovis..." For a moment, he only moaned a little more, relishing the feel of those slick fingers over his arousal, touching the sensitive skin so lightly. Despite the lack of pressure, the sensation was incredibly erotic, he felt. He licked his lips.

"There's no need to apologize, love," Genesis breathed. Normally, he would have hesitated at that one word-- love-- but it was too easy to say it to Clovis. No. Genesis didn't need to doubt. This was it. Clovis was his-- his savior from his madness. "Everyone is like that in the beginning, always a little awkward."

He gives him a brief kiss, slowly laying him down as he reached over for a pillow to put under his beloved's hips.

"You'll learn more in time," Genesis chuckles. Now wasn't really the time to talk about his sexual escapades, but the words were enough, he hoped, to reassure Clovis. "I promise that I'll be a very good teacher to you." There was a little smirk then, a hint of naughtiness as he pressed an oil-slick finger against that ring-- the entrance to his being, the last barrier to their union.

Clovis smiled softly in turn, recognizing the teasing tone as he let out an even breath to calm. Teacher, is that right? His hand came to gently reach out to hold Genesis's arm, tightening his hold slightly which acted to comfort him a little. More very soft moans continued to slip out despite his best effort to have a hand over to quiet them. He had said to himself before that it was fine that Genesis heard them, but he found himself embarrassed by them, again.

He paused then as he realized that he had been acting rather meek and submissive. The latter which did excite him some, but the former was what probably brought Genesis so much pause with him. Yes, everyone is like this at the beginning. Still, he worried of all the talk of before that the man had spoken that he wanted to ease those concerns.

His eyes closed with the turning his head as he spread his legs more, but even with this offering -- this silent sacrifice, he thought with some adoration -- he did not know if he was being clear enough. Thought that the kisses and holding of before would help Genesis feel more at ease with him, that he would not break so easily. Even with the last of his neurotic tendencies still clinging in the back of his mind, still wanting to push the other away and apologize for being obscene, he found strength in the pure thought that he loved Genesis.

Leaning up, Clovis reached out to take hold of his love's chin to have him look at him. His expression became stern as he tried to channel a little of the pride and bravo that he had in his youth, that he used to hide all nervousness and his gentle nature. So difficult with almost having him be inside him, to be prepared. The blush did not leave, but he did do his best to appear as in control as he could.

He swallowed but remembered why he was doing this -- it was a thought that had only been a few seconds prior, after all -- and stated, "If you have any hesitation on what to do with me, I suppose that you shall have to ask so. Like 'May I, Your Highness?'" Really, he knew nothing of kinks or such thinking, but thought that if he teased and acted so to Genesis, that the other would realize how much he wanted him and what he had said before about wanting to appease, willing to do anything for him, was still (and always would be) true.

Your Highness.

The words were definitely something from the past, a little trifle Genesis often didn't bother with. He remembered that he would avoid calling Clovis by name, if only to avoid calling him by his honorific. Genesis never liked honorifics. To hear Clovis asking him to call with by honorific again was like an invitation for teasing.

With a smirk, he pressed that one finger a little firmly against the muscle at Clovis' entrance.

"Your Highness, why must I hesitate? Am I not your teacher? Your royal tutor who only knows the best for you?" He grinned almost wickedly. In the meantime, he moved a free hand to caress the inside of one of Clovis' thighs, guiding it up, wanting to bend him so his knees were to his chest.

"Can your Highness bend this much...?"

Although asking Genesis to address him by honorifics didn't spark his kink for servitude, it sparked something in him-- a more impish naughtiness that seemed more natural to his character. It was only after a moment that he realized how he was beginning to act-- was, would Clovis enjoy this? The way he was letting himself go? Being the naughty man he was?

But he had to admit, he wanted it-- he wanted to be a little more lewd, if only to excite the other man further.

He had thought that the man would dismiss what he said, but still be eased by them. Yet he was more than a little surprised at the response that he had received. The haughtiness faded instantly from his expression -- a soft cry slipping out instead as he released his hold on Genesis's chin to press the now curled hand against his chest. Once more lying back as he felt his face grow a little redder with words that came. Biting his bottom lip, he couldn't think of what to say.

The teasing seemed different than the romantic words of before, but he couldn't quite place how other than how it was making him feel so much warmer. He removed the hold that he had on his lips only to lightly bite the tip of his finger instead when his knees were moved. There was a tightening in his chest, but he wasn't sure as to what that was either. Even as he pulled his hands from where they were situated so that he could hold his legs as ordered. Clovis did wish to turn his head away yet again, but he worried what sort of message that would give Genesis.

Clovis cleared his throat as he felt that it was difficult to speak for a moment. Blood rushing to his face and his own arousal seeming more apparent to him. His eyes closed to steady himself as he tried once more to speak, voice coming out just a little weak. "Of course, a prince can do something like this easily." Looking up at Genesis, he licked his lips as the other had before, choosing his words carefully. Breath once more coming out a little faster than he wanted. "Then surely the lesson..." But he couldn't continue with his teasing as his eyes closed instead.

With them closed, he could speak without looking at Genesis with such longing and need. It made things easier if he couldn't see. "Isn't the lesson always that I know best instead of you, though?"

It was incredible, the way a little touch of lust could do to the prince. Genesis relished it-- the way he bit his lip, the way he caught his fingertip between those teeth. The flush of his body was gorgeous, and when he held his knees up, Genesis' breath hitched. This way, Clovis was completely exposed to him now: his body was in that best position for a penetration that was most comfortable.

His breath seemed to quicken in pace as well, and he found himself unable to stop himself from pressing the slick digit inside of the prince now. He wanted to watch-- he wanted to ready him for their union.

"I'm glad to know his Highness could easily oblige. But, how does my lord know what I need best? Would you tell me?" His voice was calm and silken, a sharp contrast to the way his digit worked inside of him, thrusting, gently trying to ease the virgin muscles and relax them for a second intrusion.

The grip of his legs tightened, digging his nails into delicate skin. His eyes closed, held shut, as the whimpering was turning to moans. Steadily growing louder even as he once more bit his bottom lip, even as he turned his head to bury it against the mattress. Pleasure twisting about inside him; the warmth across his skin started to feel almost too much so.

Clovis was able to open his eyes just barely, to look to Genesis as he spoke. So calm, how can...? He did release the hold of his legs, but they remained almost carefully out of the way. It was unconscious movement to spread himself wider, to try to pull Genesis deeper into himself. His hands running through his hair, tugging lightly, occasionally touching his face to cool the flushed skin.

A light shaking of his head to show that he didn't know what his loved needed. "... please, Genesis, please... I don't..."

But that was a single finger, wasn't it? Genesis' calmness was always his charm point when it came to the art of lovemaking. But that calmness was but a reflection of diligent, military restraint combined with the ruthless, almost cruel tactics and execution saved for the battlefield. To keep calm as Clovis squirmed and flushed with pleasure and desire only made his want for him grow.

Gently, he added the second finger, thrusting the two slick digits at a slow pace now. He had to wait until he could have his needs fulfilled-- he needed to thoroughly prepare Clovis for the next intrusion to follow.

"See, your Highness? The truth of the matter is that the teacher will always know best," He slowly removed the digits, sure that Clovis had been well-prepared now. Then he positioned himself, the tip of his arousal pressing against his beloved's entrance-- the last barrier for them to cross.

"And I know well that what I need-- all I need-- is you," he spoke in hushed tones as he pressed in, his body trembling lightly as he felt the tight heat surround his shaft. He groaned, his voice low as his hands gripped Clovis' thighs, keeping his hold gentle despite the incredible pressure he felt around him.

He licked his lips. And slowly, carefully, he began to move.

"Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess. We seek it thus, and take to the sky. Ripples form on the water's surface. The wandering soul knows no rest." Clovis was mumbling to himself, the words themselves spoken in a halting and shaky manner. Loveless after all those years becoming something like a prayer to him; one to help ease all concerns, to find himself.

It didn't seem fair how he was undone by Genesis. A part of him wanted to be quiet, reserved and dignified in this moment instead of writhing about as he was. But he couldn't help his body's movements or the noises much. His hands fell over his face, covering his eyes though his mouth remained exposed. It was really childish of him to try to calm this way, but he didn't want to appear anymore embarrassing. He didn't want to shame the other in any way.

"Yes." The agreement came out as a sigh as those fingers withdrew, followed by a small nod, and ceasing the quotations for the moment. His hands lowered away from his face so that he could reach out to Genesis, feeling him so close and wanting to be the one to touch him. But his hands dropped back to grip at the sheets instead. He is...

His mouth opening slightly to want the man to kiss him, to cover up the need he was showing, but couldn't get the words out. To feel him inside, Clovis began (barely with his notice) to softly call out Genesis's name instead between the moans, which were growing steadily louder. The grip on the sheets tightening accordingly with those movements, but he found strength to release them so that he could once more reach out to him. Grabbing and tugging him close so that he could kiss Genesis deeply, still whimpering out his name against the man's lips between each time that he had to gasp for air.

Edited 2010-10-22 06:18 (UTC)

To hear Loveless from Clovis' mouth like that caught Genesis' attention. It surprised him to see how much the poem had appealed to Clovis as much as it appealed to himself. Yet, it seemed that Clovis found the poem to be more of the romance than the challenge as Genesis perceived it. And somehow, Genesis appreciated Clovis' perspective on it. It sweetened the poem and brought new life to it. What was once his mantra of madness was now the prayer upon his beloved's lips.

When he felt Clovis pull him in for a deep kiss, gasping his name every so often, Genesis began to move faster, spurned on by Clovis' own desire. Yes, his desire-- Clovis' wishes, his need for him, his want for him. It drove Genesis to do more-- faster, harder, deeper.

"My love, your desire..." He managed to breathe against the other's lips, nipping at his lower lip for a moment before continuing.

"The bringer of life-- the gift of the goddess."

The tightening of his chest began, just like when he was about to confess, when he was waiting for Genesis's answer. It almost hurt to breathe as he started to pant heavily, like that would help. Clovis had never felt lust before now; he was almost overwhelmed by it mingling with his love for Genesis.

He did not know what to do with it as his hands moved to the man's back, gripping onto him. Occasionally, he would tug at him, try to pull him even closer, but end up dragging his nails down his back instead. Not hard enough to cut skin, but enough to show he continued desperation as he fought for some semblance of control. The kissing did help -- opening his mouth submissively with each one, begging to be devoured so that the feeling too would be extinguished.

"Yours." Clovis whimpered against the other's lips. "Just yours." His mouth felt dry and couldn't continue before tipping his head back once more; crying out his name. My reason for being. Still, the sound of his own voice as such surprised him. It gave him a little sense to lean forward, moving his head to the other's neck, burying his mouth against it to cover up his noises once more.

His hips rose in turn, thrusting back against Genesis's own. His eyes closed tight, savoring the feeling of when they were pressed against him, before opening them to look toward his love when he pulled away to move again. Really, he knew that he would soon be undone once more.

Genesis had known how lust felt so often. In all honestly his lust for the Britannian prince came before the realization that he loved him all the while. Yet, perhaps it wasn't really the case. He felt concern for him before he desired him. Perhaps the lust was only something Genesis understood while love was something he preferred to shove away, thinking that it was useless to think of such. After all, love was arduous-- a complete hassle so full of heartbreak and difficulty. It was never this easy.

But as he felt the way Clovis held on to him, trying to pull him closer, his mouth opening, begging to be devoured-- Genesis felt his body burn with something beyond sheer carnal desire. This mouth, this body... Genesis wanted nothing more but to always be with his prince. After all, he was his prince-- he was the one who took him away from the madness, and at more than one occasion. He could still remember the morning after his first encounter with the madness wave-- idly looking through the network and believing: I should see Clovis. I can relax around him.

In the heat of the passion and desire thrumming through his body, Genesis pressed a hot, open kiss against Clovis' neck as he cried out his name. The rocking of their hips in unison had gotten him to act more wantonly, driving himself deeper still into his beloved. It was all heat-- want-- need-- and then, he saw Clovis' eyes, open and clear: eyes that held all the love he needed in this world.

"Clovis," he leaned in, lips brushing over his, eyes gazing longingly into his. "I'm coming."

Clovis's grip on Genesis tightened in turn, pulling himself as close as he could to him. Needing to feel his skin over his own as much as possible, wanting to drown in that heat. Feeling already dizzy from everything already. The startled gasp could not be halted in escaping from hearing those words. It brought him a little back out of the haze that he had found himself in.

His mouth suddenly feeling dry as his own movements began to quicken just a little more in anticipation, in want. He wanted to say something -- some form of acceptance or declaration of love -- but found that his words were once more stolen from him. Those burning feelings within his chest burned through his entire body warming and driving him closer to his own release.

It did give him a sense of solace and safety to be so close to Genesis. His eyes widening, he buried his face into the crook of the man's neck where it met shoulder. Without thinking, he bit into the skin, yet still unable to find any reprieve to his cries, only muffling them slightly. The rush of his own climax took him, stilling his motions even though he felt somewhere in his haze that he still wanted to move. Nails digging deep into his love's back, leaving a few marks, before he finally loosened his grip.

Edited 2010-10-24 03:19 (UTC)

At almost the same time, Genesis felt a rush of heat coming over his entire body: to flood through his spine, then to his very loins, where his body met with Clovis'. The teeth against his skin only helped to further the fire within him-- the unexpected sensation only making him lose himself further. With a loud groan, and quick, erratic bucks into his beloved, he gave his release, his seed spilling deep into the other's body. As he did, his hands gripped Clovis' thighs a little harder, nails also leaving faint red marks on the tender peach-milk skin.

It felt good-- terribly good to be like this: his body so close to Clovis' own, his heartbeat racing-- filling his senses with the sound of its thumping. He knew how it felt to be inside of another-- to release inside of another and bring the other to their climax as well. But this was different.

They had vows. They were promised to each other. The act was more than a purging for the lust in his loins or for the feelings he had long denied in his heart. This was the beginning of a life lived not alone-- a life with his beloved. Slowly, Genesis moved his hands away from Clovis' thighs and moved up, to touch his arms, leading them away from his back so he may hold his hands and twine their fingers.

"Clovis."

Clovis allowed his hands to be moved, tightening his hold onto Genesis's hands weakly. He still felt so warm, but his body was tired. It was a nice sort of feeling to have. His mouth opened so that he could remove it from Genesis's shoulder, already gone slack after his release. He blinked a few times, almost too dazed from what had happened, before noticing the mark which he had left on him. While he didn't draw blood, he did leave something that he thought would bruise.

A soft cry of distress before laying a few kisses over the bite, drawing his tongue over it to ease whatever pain might be there, before looking to the man. His breathing had not actually evened out just yet, still coming out in bursts. He swallowed a few times before he found he was able to speak. "I'm sorry. Did that hurt?"

He pressed his face close to Genesis as before, nuzzling he side of his face. "I gave into such, I did not realize that I had something of that sort in me." Years of being repressed, he simply was surprised at himself. There was indeed a part of him that wanted to pull away to cover his face and just wallow in the shame of giving into such desires and lust -- continue to beg until he was forgiven for his impropriety. Yet he somehow was able to keep himself from doing so.

It was hard to keep from shuddering at the feel of Clovis' tongue against his bruised skin. Genesis had to really admit that helping the younger man release his repressed lust made Clovis quite the exciting partner. It amused him. He never quite thought that the other would show so much promise in bed. And all this time, he dreamt of Clovis as the eternal blushing prince, sweet and innocent and so careful in the art of debauchery.

"No, it doesn't hurt at all. You don't have to worry about it." Genesis murmured. With that, he turned about so the prince could rest on top of him. He was still inside of Clovis, which would have probably made the other shiver at the feeling of fullness in him. But soon, he gently pulled out, watching Clovis all the while.

He had such a beautiful spouse.

"... beautiful." He let the thought slip into his words as he ran a hand through the silky golden locks. He had always dreamed of doing this-- even restrained himself from such a show of affection for so long. It was an incredible relief to finally do this now.

He was just a little surprised to suddenly be on top of Genesis. The flushing had just started to fade before his face once more brightened. Clovis wondered if Genesis merely liked the shades that his skin could change, but the thought left him when the other pulled out. His body trembled slightly, missing him already. He rested pulled his hands back so that he could rest his chin on top of them as he stared down at him.

"I'm so glad that I did not bring you any sort of pain." Clovis could feel the last of his niggling neurotic behavior fade away -- how it could it remain in the light of everything that he done. He looked away for a moment, letting his gaze slip off to the rumpled sheets, and pressed his lips together. "My teacher does know so much more than I." He returned to what he believed teasing during, happy to be able to finally be able to speak calmly.

"Yes, you are mine, too." Moving his hands back, he rested his head down onto Genesis's chest to listen to his heart as his hands laid underneath his chin. Curling in against him, he was allowing exhaustion to take hold of him so that he could sleep. Clovis smiled to himself against the skin. "This is how I dreamed of us. Resting like this." His head moved a bit to get just a little more comfortable. "I feel so safe and loved."

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