[ Flatterer. But Bastien only grins, tired and pleased, and burrows his face in to push between Byerly's cheek and the pillow, to insist on talking into his hidden ear for no particular reason. ]
I'm happy.
[ Byerly asked him to tell him when he was, years ago now. Bastien does it less often now—it seems less necessary now to reassure By quite so frequently that he's not fucking anything up. But sometimes it's particularly true and needs saying. ]
But I never want to see a beach again unless you are also there, either half or fully naked, your choice, and there is a blanket and something to eat that I did not have to catch myself.
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Date: 2023-07-24 01:00 am (UTC)I'm happy.
[ Byerly asked him to tell him when he was, years ago now. Bastien does it less often now—it seems less necessary now to reassure By quite so frequently that he's not fucking anything up. But sometimes it's particularly true and needs saying. ]
But I never want to see a beach again unless you are also there, either half or fully naked, your choice, and there is a blanket and something to eat that I did not have to catch myself.