[ The coming down part has the potential to be unpleasant. It usually is when he's alone, left with nothing but his own thoughts. But today Fjord is here to ease him through it, the first time in sixteen years that he's had someone with him like this. His beard prickles against Caleb's sensitive skin as he kisses a path down his neck, and Caleb lets that and the familiar rumble of Fjord's voice reassure him. He's surrounded by Fjord, still seated heavily on his lap, thick arms around his shoulders, as not-alone as he could possibly be. His breathing gradually evens out, and though his muscles continue to tremor gently, it feels good. Warm.
So that's something.
He draws back enough to show Fjord a shaky, relieved smile. His arms both wrap around Fjord's waist, anchoring himself as much as keeping Fjord close. ]
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So that's something.
He draws back enough to show Fjord a shaky, relieved smile. His arms both wrap around Fjord's waist, anchoring himself as much as keeping Fjord close. ]
Better than okay, actually.