[It takes Noah a moment to even realize what's happened - he pants against Matthew's mouth, eyes flitting in confusion until they finally come to rest, wide and apologetic. He fumbles with his words.]
I'm sorry, I didn't mean... It's okay. I'll be okay, Matthew.
[It's a half-truth. An uncertainty. Noah could cope.]
Look, shitty things could happen all the time, but you can't just be scared of them. No one would ever be happy that way. You just have to enjoy what you've got. And I am. I'm really, really happy, right now. So please, don't worry about me.
[ Matthew's power lets him feel exactly how incomplete that truth is, but he thinks he might've known even without it. He'll lose Noah someday, one way or another, and that's not okay, either. For now-- ]
I'm happy, too, [ he assures him, opening his eyes again and, after a second, pressing another kiss to Noah's mouth. It's one of those small gestures meant to hold a great deal of meaning--he's so happy with what they have, this relationship that they practically stumbled into. He doesn't want to waste time worrying about the future. If Noah's willing to consider this whole thing as no more than a close call, then that's what Matthew wants, too.
He falls back into something easier, lingering on the relief that Ronan came back, and the feel of Noah's cheek under his fingertips. ]
[Noah sinks back into the kiss, Matthew's sweet thoughts melting on his tongue. A soft, needy sound pulls itself out of his throat. He just wants this - affection, security, warmth. It's something he's never had before, and he's hungry for it, for as long as he can have it.]
Can I...
[He thinks it into Matthew's head, fingers twisting into blond curls. Slow and tentative, he licks at the bow of Matthew's lips.]
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I'm sorry, I didn't mean... It's okay. I'll be okay, Matthew.
[It's a half-truth. An uncertainty. Noah could cope.]
Look, shitty things could happen all the time, but you can't just be scared of them. No one would ever be happy that way. You just have to enjoy what you've got. And I am. I'm really, really happy, right now. So please, don't worry about me.
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I'm happy, too, [ he assures him, opening his eyes again and, after a second, pressing another kiss to Noah's mouth. It's one of those small gestures meant to hold a great deal of meaning--he's so happy with what they have, this relationship that they practically stumbled into. He doesn't want to waste time worrying about the future. If Noah's willing to consider this whole thing as no more than a close call, then that's what Matthew wants, too.
He falls back into something easier, lingering on the relief that Ronan came back, and the feel of Noah's cheek under his fingertips. ]
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Can I...
[He thinks it into Matthew's head, fingers twisting into blond curls. Slow and tentative, he licks at the bow of Matthew's lips.]