Omake: A Dream of You

This inner dialogue is pretty OOC at the moment, but consider it Caleb’s thoughts after both have come to terms with the new relationship, or, since no names were mentioned, consider it any two male characters your perverted yaoi loving hearts like.

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My hands seek tanned flesh and soft, supple skin. It's cold out tonight, but you’re warm and smooth like fine velvet. Expensive silks couldn't compare to such a texture.

I delight in taking delight in you, running fingertips lightly over your torso and feeling the soft press of goose bumps as they pass a particularly sensitive area, and you stretch and purr like a contented cat. Pressing my lips against that tender spot, I indulge in you and roll the taste of you around on my tongue. I'm intoxicated by your scent. Your hair, your skin, your breath, and everything smells clean and sweet and light, like a summer breeze, warm earth, ripening corn, and sunlight on fur. I could kiss you for hours and linger on the sensation of your full lips and the gentle, heated excitement breathed from them.

I love the way your breath grows shallow and quick with need. Soft sounds escape your lips even as you attempt to suppress them. Chills run across my spine with every writhing twist of your body and every needy whimper you offer. A rapid warm flare wells inside me as you clutch me closer. There is just so much more than my mere words can explain, and looking into your eyes, a swirl of blue and purple, I understood this is what making love really is.

I roll over and blink vacantly at the empty side of the bed and wish for nothing more than to fit my arm along the perfect curve of your waist, hold you close, and fall asleep inhaling your soft sweet fragrance, so I might dream of a lover's embrace and other pleasant things. But instead I clutch a cold, discarded pillow. I wake up without having you near, and smell not your hair but the scent of freshly laundered sheets. The material is rough in comparison to your skin, it doesn't rise and fall with your soft breath, and as cuddling goes it's a stale, weak substitute.