Lost Creek Hollow inflexus

So this was love. 

The tension in his lean limbs was lifted with each gentle touch. The eagle’s breath was hot against him, filling him with want, with willingness to succumb to these stretched tendrils of desire. 

There was no pressure, only the support of Germanicus. The strength of his arms had turned the dark Star to ink. Soft and thick and folding beneath the touch he had so desperately wanted, Crowfeather couldn’t help but fumble innocently against the older man until he was held and the fevered wanting had been fulfilled. 

Soft and breathless, the shadow tucked himself to the eagle. A kiss was pressed to the man’s throat with a whisper, I love you. 

I needed to recover from the sheer poetry of your post. ;w;