It’s freedom. He’s found liberation in the sweet sting of teeth as they leave waning-crescents on the canvas of his shoulders. Long since has he learned to relish in the bruises along his neck, the bleeding cuts on his lips from ensnaring embraces as intense as a pyre. It’s the sort of fiery damnation Barnabas wouldn’t mind lingering in for all eternity. They take the place of silver-tongued lies, reciprocated by wounds willfully received and returned twice-over. It’s redemption. Found in the air between them as they exchange breath—Clive Rosfield breathes in, Barnabas Tharmr gasps out. It’s when they crest in tandem, burn and thrust and embrace for as long as it takes for the sun to rise. Never truly knowing where each begins and ends, taking solace in a dream where Barnabas is crushed beneath the weight of something so beautiful. To be loved is to be changed. He’s been given life anew by the hands of an unrepentant traitor. Barnabas kisses him deeper. They are both sinners, disgraced sons, crownless kings—two mortal men left behind to suffer, to live, held in the arms of one another.
Another #barnaclive kinktober is coming… 🖤🌹 #cherryscribes #ff16 #ffxvi #wip
