[ It sinks in by degrees. Sticky and warm, the cool of the sheets and the warm pressure of York on top of him. Around him. The thudding of his pulse in his chest, his throat, his ears as it all starts to fade back in, and he starts to remember where they are.
This is real. This is theirs.
With another low, pleased noise he lowers his head to rest atop of York's, breathing in the scent of his hair and just...letting it pass over him. Drinking it all in. ]
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This is real. This is theirs.
With another low, pleased noise he lowers his head to rest atop of York's, breathing in the scent of his hair and just...letting it pass over him. Drinking it all in. ]