"Then love me, Theo. Let our souls connect," Alias whispered, his heart finally softening as the jagged edges of betrayal smoothed out into a profound, aching empathy.
Hearing those words, Theo's heart swelled and he held Alias. His cock inside him throbbed but he didn't move yet.
He leaned down, pressing a lingering, soft kiss to Alias's forehead, then to each of his eyelids, and finally to the corner of his trembling mouth.
"You are so beautiful," Theo rasped, the words finally finding their way out of his heart. "Not just because of your skin or your eyes, but because you are here, with me, even after I gave you a reason to give up on me and leave."
Alias felt a different kind of heat rising now. It wasn't the sharp, demanding friction of 'sex,' but a slow, radiant warmth that started in the center of his chest and spread outward to his fingertips.
