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He hadn't been too sure of how genuine Isa was. Not in the broad sense; Terra trusted the man completely, knew that right down to his new and turbulent core that he was forever trying to trust his feelings and do what he both knew and felt was both right and good. And last night had been a testament to that. Their battle had been charged and magnificent, and Isa was a thing of beauty, wit and integrity, and Terra knew that when he made a promise he kept it, no matter what may come.
No, the thing Terra was unsure of was Isa’s seeming agreement towards the concept of showering together. He had seemed amicable, but after such an… intense night with so many emotions on display, such power being brought forth, such rich time already spent together, Terra truly and genuinely would not mind if Isa needed just a little bit of space. Hell, if he'd slept in all morning and had spent his Sunday lazing like an oversized cat in that big lovely bed of his then Terra would be beyond happy. Isa deserved peace.
But he knew that he craved routine despite his body struggling to align to one. Isa liked to shower early, and, if they wanted to have more time where it was just the two of them, Terra had to be smart and think like Isa. Before the crack of dawn, too few hours of sleep since last he saw his new apprentice and yet better sleep than he had had in months, Terra snuck back out of his room and padded towards the showers. Just in case Isa had really meant it. If Isa wasn't there, he'd hang around for a little bit, and then maybe… maybe sit around outside his bedroom. Battle with himself over waking Isa up or not, and if he did, the way in which he did it. Or if he would just leave. Or if he would crawl into bed with him, just like their new moon.
If anyone found him outside his room there then he could just come up with some little bluff. He'd deal with it when he got to it, if need be. For now he just hoped. Last night felt like a fantasy, surreal and too good to be true. He and Isa had fought, and connected, and Isa had held him and touched his face and laughed, comforted him when the darkness threatened to creep in and playfully rebutted and rescheduled Terra’s proposition to come to bed with him.
That had to mean something, right?
If Isa didn't see him that way that was absolutely fine. Truly. If he didn't want things to be more muddled than they already were, or if it was too soon, too many memories, that was okay, that was so okay, and Terra would respect him and give him all the time and space and anything else he could ever want.
But Isa had played along, and seemed interested in showing together, in Terra inspecting the damage from last night and nursing it better. So that… that was a hint to at least come and see, right? Even if it was totally platonic and just more threading the line of what was and what wasn’t, Terra being a bit too invested and Isa being just a little too out of reach - they could be friends, if that was what Isa wanted, and Terra would deal with his own heartache however he could. But Isa had mentioned this morning, and the steam room, and Terra had to at least try. At least check in and if it came down to it they could talk about what had potential between them and what didn't, of what Isa wanted and what Terra could do to make him feel more secure than ever before.
Communication was important. And he wanted Isa to lead and for him to follow. He wasn't Xemnas; he'd listen and adapt and make sure what Isa wanted was the focus. He was owed it.
Isa had done so much last night… had fought admirably, let Berserk out and put it back in again, had accepted Terra into his heart… if he had slept in today, if he had gotten himself comfortable and so not risen at his usual time, Terra would be more than pleased. He was owed good rest. He was due time to just sleep. He almost wanted Isa not to be here this morning, so that they might just have a little time together, drowsy and comfy and threading the line of platonic and not.
He was not, however, disappointed when he stepped into the shower room with its stalls on one side and benches in the middle and lockers on the opposite wall, and found Isa there standing before one of the full-body mirrors, holding his simple pajama shirt up as he inspected himself. A shirt that had once been Terra’s.
Terra threaded in behind him, keeping a safe distance and nudging into his field of view, reflected in the mirror. Isa was looking at the bruise he had caused last night, his forever careful hands smoothing the skin taut so he could see the blue-grey of the blotch across his ribs. His expression was calm and unbothered as he looked at himself, whilst Terra frowned. Isa didn’t seem upset or anything but Terra still felt so bad about hurting him yesterday - the guilt was somewhat marred, however, by the sight of Isa’s side. His skin was pale and smooth and pretty, with multiple scars overlapping; the closer to his back you looked, the more scars there were. Terra hated that - hated that Isa had seen pain and lived through such turmoil, but could not help but think that there was something immensely… was sexy a cruel thing to say?
Terra had a fair share of scars too, but Isa was covered. Each one was a testament to his strength, his tenacity, his sheer determination to survive. Still, wasn't nice to think of him hurting. Terra tilted his head, frown soft, looking at the stretch of old scars that he could see. Isa’s side was… attractive. Looked soft. Strong. Isa being comfortable enough to have any of himself revealed in front of Terra was a compliment, a huge one, and it was a gift that Terra would not squander. He forced his gaze upward to find Isa’s eyes in the mirror, looking back at him.
“You got me good, Master.”
Voice soft and strong, like him, completely straightforward yet with something laced beneath it. Ah, right, the - the bruise. Heat crawled up the back of Terra’s neck as Isa offered a slight smile, dropped the shirt, turned and looked at him. Hands came to his pockets, and he was relaxed and mellow, head tilting, unguarded and elegant. Leaning back against the mirror like he had done at the kitchen sink before. As smooth as silk, as perfect as a moonrise.
“Good morning, Terra. Did you sleep well?”
“I - yeah, yeah I did,” Even if Terra wished it had been in Isa’s bed. “And you? And Berserk?”
“I'm fine,” He smiled and gave a nod, and hearts Terra was hypnotised by that smile. He only ever wanted Isa to smile again, cute and peachy, in any and every context. “And all the better now to see you. I was worried you would forget.”
“I would never forget about you, my chosen.” It came out more soberly than he expected. He ought to be head over heels at the compliment, the absolutely straightforward little comment of affection, but Terra could only think of how true his heart was towards Isa. No matter what. No matter what, no matter where he went or how dark things could be, Isa was his light home. “Not ever. Not in a million lifetimes.”
Isa gave a rumbling bark of a laugh, the most perfect sound in the world. Terra wanted to look at him, forever, to hold him and turn him this way and that in his hands, as if Isa were made of priceless crystal, carved from marbled spacerock and never meant for human hands, something ethereal and mystical and aflame. To see him like this, just normal and human and alive and living, enjoying this life they shared and growing as a man and finding his feet - it was a blessing. One Terra held so close, turning it over in his mind endlessly. Isa shook his head at him, and Terra could only see those beautiful fangs. He loved those teeth. He loved Isa. “You flatter me-”
“- you deserve it -”
“- let's keep ourselves in this lifetime first, though, shall we?” Another little laugh, and Isa’s eyes crinkled and sparkled a little and Terra was in love, and when Isa cocked his head slightly his hair hung to the side, blue and long and Terra knew it to be so soft - he wanted to sleep with his face buried in it again, and soon. “Now - I promised you a hot shower, did I not?” Isa gave that warm smile, handsome and perfect and his, and gestured to the stalls. For someone who had not smiled for nearly a decade and a half, he had relearned how to do so wonderfully. “I will make the hot cocoa after.”
The showers. Terra gave a chuckle, face warming up in anticipation, and hoped that he could control that heat lest it travel elsewhere. “I'd love that, please. Y’know I was picking gravel out of my ear all night. Pretty sure I said I was gonna beat you into the dust, not the other way around.”
Isa gave another beautiful chuckle - he was so wonderfully happy this morning - shaking his head fondly and padding towards a locker. Terra watched him, enraptured, as he opened one up and turned his back to Terra, getting undressed before him. Fearlessly. Terra swallowed, staring, as the shirt came over Isa's head and all that incredible waterfall hair cascaded downwards, hanging over his corset of scars. Muscle, and perfection, and his lean little waist… fuck Isa was so pretty! What a wonderful morning. Terra could never want for anything more.
They undressed in amicable quiet, light questions hanging in the air between them, and it all felt easy. Isa made being a person feel right. Terra had lived in the Land of Departure for his entire life, had been around Aqua and Ven and had been in these showers with them, eaten at the table with them, lived a life as a person with them, but something about being here now, with Isa at his side talking about normal things, a little too early in the morning after a late night and with a tantalising spark dancing between them, it was all so… so incredible. This was home, and life was kind, and it could be forever.
He kept glancing over, caught glimpses of Isa as he undressed, and it didn’t matter, really. They were just two guys about to shower for the day, they were fighters who trained together, lived in the same building, platonic, it was fine, it was fine, but stars above. Terra tried to keep his breathing level and not look anywhere in particular too long or too hard lest he get too hard. He didn’t want Isa to feel burdened by his body. He didn’t want Isa to feel like he had some responsibility over it, in any sense. Isa was being comfortable in front of him right now, willingly exposing himself, casual and unbothered and Terra would forever hate to have a moment like this and fuck it up.
Isa tossed a towel over his bare shoulder and looked at him expectantly, ready to lead the way, and Terra would follow him anywhere and back again. Terra kept his gaze above shoulder level - despite everything from the small of Isa’s back downward being right there. This was going to be a test not of patience nor control but of sensibility, Terra feared. Well… time to let his heart take charge; he gave a little gesture to the stalls, and let Isa go first. He failed immediately; Isa walked in front of him, and Terra’s eyes immediately fell downward, out of his control, before he forced them back up again. Blue hair. Look at the blue hair there, not there. Best try not to bring attention to how taken he was - act natural. Be normal. Isa needed normal.
“Steam room after?” Terra offered, fighting the urge to clear his throat shakily, following Isa as he padded across the room.
“You spoil me.”
You deserve it, Terra wanted to say again. You deserve everything. I’d give you all I had and more if only it were possible. I wanna be in your arms. I never stop thinking of you. You’re so important to me. My moon. The love of my life. I haven’t stopped thinking of our fight. I haven’t stopped thinking of you. I hope I can spend the next new moon with you. I hope I can spend the rest of my life with you. My Isa. My chosen.
But Terra didn’t say anything. He couldn’t.
Isa opened a stall, stepped in, tossed his towel to sit over the wall as he turned the water on - and then looked back at him when Terra hesitated outside the open door, ready to slip into his own stall adjacent in case he got this all wrong. Terra had a habit of getting things all wrong. He didn’t want to mess up with Isa again.
“Come here,” The edge of his lips curled, and Terra was powerless to disobey. Not Isa. Never Isa. He’d do anything he’d say. He came close, scooted in beside him, and there was little room; he flattened his back to the wall so there was no touch, nothing bumping or rubbing - he didn’t want Isa to feel like this was… he didn’t know. More than it was? Whatever it was? Whatever Isa wanted, it would be, but until that was made clear there was no way Terra was gonna push for anything. And he certainly wasn’t about to push against Isa like this. Isa must have noticed; he kept that smile as he stepped under the water, head down, powder blue turning dark cobalt as he let it pour over him. “Relax. Ease up now, soldier. No need to stand to attention so.”
“That’s what I’m worried about,” Terra couldn’t help it, he let out an awkward chuckle, one hand coming down and shielding himself while Isa wasn’t fully looking, angling himself away. His body was eager, even if his mind screamed at him to give Isa a comfortable distance and his heart begged to be as close as possible. He didn’t want Isa to see that he was already half hard, even though he had a feeling Isa could probably already tell. “Sorry. Didn’t wanna make you feel uncomfortable. You don’t uh…. I can - I can go to the next stall over and we don't have to do anything you don't want, not ever.”
“Pass me the shampoo?” Isa waved towards the little shelf in the corner of the stall and Terra did as he was told, leaning around him to get it. Isa probably could have reached it himself, but Terra didn't care or think about it. Well, yes he did - he wanted Isa to ask him for things, for Isa to prompt him to do things that he himself could do simply because he had the power over him to make commands and will Terra a little closer sneakily, his old tactics at work but entirely playful now. “Thank you. And, Terra, I take it as a compliment. I asked you to be here. I want you to be here.”
“Oh. Well - g-good.” Terra nodded, and heard Isa squirt some shampoo into his hands and handed the bottle back to Terra before running his fingers through the spikes at the top of his head - the scent of lavender, of peace and sleep and sanctuary. Terra put the bottle back and grabbed the body wash that Isa had put there already - the same kind of stuff. Must be from a set or something. And - Isa had already had it there, waiting, so he must have been thinking of this. “I… wanna be right with you too.”
“I figured this was as good of a place as any to talk,” Isa murmured, only just audible over the sound of the shower. “And you seemed rather taken with the idea of us cleaning off together. Can’t imagine why.”
“Heh - I’d say that I could imagine why, but. This is better than imagination, to be sure.”
“Playing cute again?”
“You like it when I do, don't you?” Terra bolstered himself, inched a little closer. They had teased like this before. They could again. And… fortune favours the bold, or so Terra had heard. “Want me to do your back? I'll be careful.”
“Please,” Isa breathed, leaning back just a little, and they fit together. Terra held his breath, heat emanating through the both of them and Isa’s skin wet and smooth against his, and then that sound started up. That purring, that one that Terra loved so, a reverberation from Isa’s chest that started as soon as skin contact happened; Terra's pelvis against the small of his back, the top of his ass, chest to shoulder blades, and the only thing separating them was water. One of Isa’s strong arms came up, supporting himself on the wall, and that soft trilling noise was unspoken poetry in the air. “Forgive me,” He murmured through it, and Terra felt himself twitch at that voice, the appeased gravel-growl that Isa’s melodic tone wove through. “You must have woken Berserk back up.”
He fought the urge to kiss up Isa's neck, pull his wet hair aside to touch and stroke, denied himself thinking of reaching around and exploring with his fingertips. He couldn't deny himself fully, however. Isa simultaneously made him weak and strong. He nosed into that hair, close to his ear, was so glad it was rounded instead of sharp and always would be from here on out.
“Good morning, Berserk,” He murmured, and the sound only grew. “I missed you,” And the sound only grew. “You did so well last night.” And Isa's hand clenched on the tile just a little.
Terra didn't let himself go too far - Isa had asked him for something, and he would never make him wait again, never leave him without what he needed. He inched back just enough to lather some foam between his hands and then smoothed them both up over those strong shoulders, immensely pleased at the way the other relaxed and sighed, head tilting to the side, clearly enjoying the touch. As Isa did this, he rinsed the shampoo from his hair, and he smelled like that new moon morning. This all felt so easy. Nerves aside, this felt right, how it should have been, how it always should be.
Isa was the most incredible man imaginable. Terra wanted to rip out his own heart and push it into Isa’s capable claws, he wanted Isa to hurt him, rip it out himself and eat it in front of him, he wanted Isa all to himself and for their family to be happy and to feel his skin, to sleep at his side, to wake up next to him, to live life at the castle and see each moonrise together. He wanted Isa safe and happy, for the darkness to be gone, for hot showers together to happen every morning and be this blissful each time. He wanted to fight Isa, to pin him down in the dust outside mid-brawl and kiss him senseless, to feel Isa grow stronger and stronger than ever before, to see Berserk, massive and aglow, hold that shiny new Keyblade right over Terra’s chest.
What they had shared together had been wonderful. Terra thought of it nonstop. He hungered for more, starving, and all of him belonged to his Diviner. He wanted Isa to carry him to the safety of his bed. He wanted to sleep, home and warm, skin on skin, he wanted to dream of things like this and awaken to them being reality.
He thought of that night under the moonlight, blades clashing, the ferocity in Isa's eyes, the determination, the passion and false-fury that had evolved from sheer love. Holding him after, the way he held back, the gentle bump of knuckle on knuckle. Terra replayed each moment in his mind constantly. His stream of consciousness was a moonbeam, looping around him, keeping him snug.
Terra genuinely believed that Isa was his soulmate. That despite all the messed up things that had happened, that destiny had looked at them at some point along the way and decided to thread them together. They were both instruments of fate, and Terra being the one deemed worthy to connect with Isa and aid him in influencing the universe was the highest privilege he could imagine. To Moon and Back and Ends of the Earth were made of the same steel, and the Earth was made to revolve around the moon, not the other way around.
“Our fight meant so much to me,” Terra murmured as he rubbed over the scars on Isa’s shoulders, silently thanking the stars for how blessed he as a person was to be deemed by Isa safe enough to do such a thing. Isa trusted him. Isa knew he wouldn't hurt him. Isa was so incredible. He rubbed a circle over one crisscross x scar, massaging over old damage, covering it over with foam-white froth and lavender scent. “You… you've changed my life, you know. You're so important to me. I'll never forget that night. I'll never forget how amazing you were. You’re everything…. And no matter what I just want you to hear that, and know that, and not ever doubt it.”
Isa looked over his shoulder at him. Smile soft and as it was when they made their promise, as they'd said goodnight, as they'd sat and had breakfast with that steak and the kids and that magazine. He looked ravishing with wet hair, his skin so glossy and smooth, and they were so close… nothing was between them. Nothing would ever come between them again, Terra swore it. And if he could not act here, now, then when could he? He was weak. Weak and foolish. His heart pulled him to act and he couldn't resist the impulse.
He leaned in, placed a kiss against the junction of Isa's throat, and heard a pleased sigh be breathed out amidst purr.
“You silly thing, you.”
“Yeah.” He nodded against Isa's shoulder, mouth against wet flesh, heart beating against his ribs. Terra smoothed one hand over the bruise.
“We should've done this sooner.”
“Yeah.” Terra slid his hands around to his front, held Isa close. Skimmed his fingertips upwards through the downy-blue hair that grew there now.
“I am yours, you know. I wouldn't let anyone else do to me what you have. I trust you. I trust Terra. I'm yours.”
“Yeah,” One hand grazed up against Isa's belly, chest, throat, found his jaw and held it, pulled him back, closer. “And I belong to you.”
Isa turned before Terra could kiss him, moving to face his master as he leaned in, and they met warmly, Terra pressing him back into the cold tile of the shower as Isa held onto him, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and keeping them as close together as possible, chests flush, and Terra tried to keep himself soundless as his erection slid up against Isa's hip.
It was perfect. Of course it would be. Isa was the most flawless creature that the heavens had blessed the worlds with. Terra held his cheek against his palm, a thumb running back and forth, catching the faint stubble he had - similar to the new moon night, cute and human and real, he is real, a real man who loved their kids and faced the odds and won and just kept on keeping Terra alive.
Terra hadn't kissed anyone before. He hoped that didn't matter - but Isa felt right, comfortable, the plush pluck and pull, the repetitive, gentle meeting of lips. Isa could bite him and rip him apart if he wanted, use those pearly fangs to eat his tongue and tear out his throat and leave Terra as nothing more than a sad red stain ebbing away with the shower water. But no, as always he was loving and careful, catching Terra’s lower lip and teasing it, never pulling back. Isa never pulled back. He was so brave, so true, king sat in the throne of Terra's heart, a seat carved in marble and seaglass.
Terra tried to follow his lead, cautiously licking into his mouth and smiling into the kiss when he could feel his partner's breath hitch. It was music to his ears, as was the nonstop purring. Terra wanted to fall asleep to that sound, head on Isa's chest, atop him and keeping him safe.
It felt as he should be aware of each and every part of himself but truthfully he wasn’t and wouldn’t be for some time - there was the cold of the tile against his arm, and the warmth of the wall of flesh against the rest of him, one hand sodden in hair and keeping Isa’s lips against his, and movement; slow, easy, rolling movement, and it took Terra a long, dreamy moment between languid kisses to realise that he had been rubbing himself against Isa, body working on instinct, his senses dumbed down purely to the impulse to have his chosen as much as physically possible.
He went to pull away, tentatively inching himself back feet-first, still kissing Isa and reluctant to stop while he slid his hips back and away - yet he didn’t make it far.
Eager - it should take longer than this, it would, it wouldn’t be this fast, but - a slippery hand caught him, smoothed over the almost painfully hot skin of his cock, and Terra barely bit back a whine, fist clenching where it lay against the wall to subdue to need to thrust into that loose grip - Isa was exploring him, curiously curling a hand over him, stroking.
“You don't -” Terra gasped, and everything in him screamed to rut into that hand, that clever, capable, dangerous hand of his. Slick with that gooey soap, too good, gliding over him wonderfully, perfectly, twisting just the way he liked. He couldn’t - his own hand came down, caught Isa’s wrist carefully, made him pause in place. “Isa you don't have too that, you don't, I won't make you-”
The pad of his thumb grazed over the tip of his cock smoothly, and Isa’s nose was by his jaw, leaning in, and the purring hadn’t stopped. “Does it feel like you're making me?”
“No.” Little more than a whimper.
“Clever boy,” Isa pressed a kiss at the cusp of his jaw, stroked, pulled him close. Terra's head was swimming, there were no details, only touch, the glide, that voice. “I did promise to clean you off, now didn't I, my master?”
Bastard - Terra's self-control slipped, and he let go to take Isa's face in his hand and pull him into another kiss, this one fierce and hungry. He could feel Isa smile into it until his lower lip was sucked into Terra's mouth, an especially approving-sounding purr slipping out. Terra needed to touch him. Had to. Had to get his fill while Isa was here and wet and wanting him - a hand slid over over his chest, down his arm, another over his waist, taking his hip, pulling them together - Terra ached for this, his mind ran laps around the image of it for so long, and the feeling of Isa's hand smoothing down over his shoulder to keep him close was unimaginable.
He wanted to kiss him forever. The purr beat against his chest and one hand cupped at the back of Isa's neck and held, kept him close, made him safe. He pushed him into the tile, framed his arms around him, like at the sink but only more and wetter and it was playing, playing, Isa tilted his head and pushed against him, teasing his tongue with a gentle, single suck.
He had a wicked mouth, wicked hand, wicked voice that warbled between a groan, a purr and a whimper as Terra nudged a knee between his own and pressed up - Isa was hard against him, and Terra couldn't bring himself to glance down to see, not letting himself, focusing only on the feeling. And Isa hadn't given him permission to touch. He'd never touch Isa without him saying so. Never ever. Not again - the kiss that night was enough, enough, he ought to stop thinking of all the things he had done and things he had to apologise for.
Isa broke the kiss, licked a stripe up the side of his master's neck, tangled one hand in the longer hair that ran down over Terra's shoulders that felt like it went on forever now. Held on - Terra wanted him to cling on to him, to never let him go, he never should have let him go.
“Isa,” Terra groaned, rolling his hips against his partner’s, feeling the solid column of Isa's cock glide against his own - it was heavenly, hot and smooth and Isa’s little gasp by his ear was like lightning in his heart. “Isa,” he asserted, pulling those hips closer, burying his face against Isa’s neck in return, panting out of time with him. “You're so good - so good - stay with me, stay with me please, I need you, I need you forever,”
He could feel Isa arch, that clever hand letting go into order to grasp at the tile and his chest squished flush against Terra’s - his heart was right there, leading him more than his body, begging him to press against that of his Master’s so they could be together, inseparable, made to be united. He was letting Terra take charge, letting him take his pleasure, trusting him to give it back - and Terra was going out of his mind.
It wasn’t like the dreams, it wasn’t, it wasn’t, it never would be - he was Terra and this was Isa and they belonged together, they fit together, it wasn’t forced, none of it was forced -
“My Isa,” Terra sucked a spot into the hollow of Isa’s throat and didn't care if anybody would see evidence of his love. That was his spot, his special spot, precious and secret and as he worried at the blotch with his teeth he felt an affirming growl ripple through his pet, a shudder, his purring so loud that it drowned out the shower.
“H-harder,” Almost a whine, Isa’s face flushed pink and lip bitten, his hips desperately nudging upwards to try and get more friction. Working on instinct, logic devolving in place of bodily wants, and Terra wanted to hear Berserk howl. He wanted to be in pain, to march for days with clawstrokes still making his back bleed, to carry Isa’s damage willingly in the night. “Please? Please, Terra - I want -”
Terra silenced him with a kiss, a hand coming to hold that scarred face and Isa moaned into it, tongue against his, sound spilling into the air and steam. He never has to ask twice, not ever, not ever, he would never have to ask Terra twice for anything he wanted. Terra ground down against him, trapped him between wall and cock, slid against the length of him and swallowed down the whimper it wrought - the scrape of nails into his hipbone, and he fought to keep his footing.
“Isa,” Pressed against his lips, he wanted that mouth, he thought of it unendingly, it was a beacon home, this man the center of his solar system, the glimmer of peace that kept the monsters away. Terra dragged his hand up Isa’s arm, squeezed the muscle and felt the shower water run through his fingers, thought of lather and lavender and what could be. “I love you, love you, only ever you, my Isa.”
He wanted Isa's puppies. He wanted to live between his bedsheets. He wanted to be in his lap forever, to keep Isa warm through the night from the inside out, for the entire universe to know that they belonged together and could not be parted, they couldn't be parted, they couldn't be. They were together. Always.
He belonged to Isa. He belonged with Isa.
“Yours,” Isa worked against him, pelvis slick with soap and the ridge of that scar rubbing up against the underside of Terra’s cock, and Terra could feel himself twitching. “Terra, I - let me feel you, let me feel you, please-”
Lifting him was easy, a leg hooked over his hip, arm around that bruised side, and Terra fucked against him right under the shower stream; cock gliding against his pressed hot between his thighs, lips to Isa’s throat, hands grasping where they could. Tangled together, like that new moon morning, Isa against him, he was made to be against him. He wouldn't last - not a chance - Isa was simply too perfect and Terra would give him his first time, his first everything, a million times over with no regret and no questioning. He belonged to Isa - he needed Isa to have him, for him to take him, he couldn't live without knowing Isa would accept him and be there and remain at his side -
His hips faltered, wet bucks growing ragged - “I won't last, Isa, I-” - Isa was safe, hot against him with flushed cheeks and all those scars and Terra growled, grip edging on too tight and lungs too shallow. “I need - I need you - please - please -”
That clever hand, snaking down and wrapping around them both, squeezing tight and it was only a few short pumps, slick and gush and Isa, Isa, Isa, and the universe became blank space and blissful strain.
He jerked and arched, groaning through his teeth as he spilled, load caught in the stream and washed away before it could settle on Isa’s skin where it belonged. Terra shook and groaned, rolling against him in jagged thrusts, eyes squeezed shut and ears roaring. It was over too quick, just white noise and empty space as he went over it all again and again in his mind, every step that had led him there - Isa, the fight, the shower, him, him, only him, only ever him.
He didn't see Isa finish - couldn't hear the way he would call Terra's name and writhe and moan, but he would, he absolutely would, he could feel it, of course Terra would make sure he finished and finished hard and needy, toes curling and hips bucking. The world around them was just white noise and the cold wall, distant memories of the shower water, the throb of his dick.
“Isa,” He said it like a prayer, would forever, he wanted to live on his knees looking up at the moon forever. “My chosen.”
“Terra,” Isa panted back, mouth still close and breath hot, eyes half-lidded and ethereal, touch light and reverent and not real enough. “Terra… my Terra, my Terra,” He pressed another kiss to Terra’s mouth, their foreheads together as he huffed needy breaths, pressed as close against each other as possible as the water ran over them and they couldn't be parted, couldn't, couldn't. “Love you,” He needed it so badly it hurt him. He echoed in his skull and steel and he shook, over and underwhelmed, and he should kiss Isa while he could, as much as possible. They fit together, and he couldn’t catch his breath, and the purring was a symphony that would be the only song ever stuck in his head again. “Love you, Terra. My chosen. Love you, love you, love you…”
It felt fainter and fainter but Terra could hang on every word, only ever wanted to listen to Isa speak again, lost in his voice, connected, following it, head turning into that throat as his eyes closed, body tired, grip slipping.
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Terra marched through the Realm Of Darkness, thinking of what was, and what hadn't been, and what could be again. Broken, rushed, half-faded fantasies that he had replayed and rethought so often that they had altered and warped, disfigured scenes and flickering details all simply melding into vague hope.
He’d slept in.
His armour creaked, rusted, and he dreamed of Isa.