you see me now, a veteran, of a thousand psychic wars [Open]

[thelatechrisfreeman]

Who: Chris Freeman & Anyone... perhaps even... YOU?
What: Did I hear you say that this is victory?
When: February and maybe March
Where: around town...
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2/8: Reposted opener regarding Calloway's Curios for theresalwaystheview

2/12: Chris has a little breakdown, and Erik overhears lordoftheozarks

2/18: New prompt, open to all, regarding Chris being sick around the time of Merrymeet.

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[thelatechrisfreeman]

Chris holds tight to Erik's leg, needing that grounding contact. This is better than any dream, because it's real, because it's Erik really here with them... but the words won't form right. Between gasps and moans, Chris manages to say,

"Yours... always..."

And then Erik increases the pressure of his grip... and it's those sweet words as much as the physical pleasure that tips Chris over the edge into ecstasy, with a soft cry.

The after is fuzzy with sudden tiredness... but the fire makes the room warm, and Chris is safe in their lover's embrace, and... and they are loved. They give a contented sigh and let their eyes drift closed.

aaaand wrap! <3

[lordoftheozarks]

"I know, Chris" he reassures them softly. For as long as they are on this island together, they belong to each other.

Their soft cry brings on a hard throb in his loins, but he pays that no mind. He'd rather pull Chris close and bask in the heat radiating from them. He smiles to himself seeing their eyelids drooping. Good. They should rest and recover. As gently as he can, he lifts them up into his arms and carries them to bed where he draws back the covers and rests them on their side. Erik pauses only to remove his shoes and shirt before he climbs in behind them, curling against their back and protectively encircling them in his arms. They may be taller than he is, but he's perfected the art of spooning larger lovers over the years.

"Dream more sweet dreams," he whispers in their ear. "My light."