Deepwood Weald Realized I can't not be with you

A soft sigh slips from him as Midar presses against him, and he closes his eyes as he leans into the touch. Each nip sends a small shiver through his body, slowly releasing the tension gripping him like a vice. Guilt flashes through him at his lover's words, but he tries to focus instead on the intimacy of the moment, and on his own relief at this latest turn of events. I love you too, He manages, lowering his head to press his face into Midar's fur. His next words are softer, muffled. So much.