Cyndras was beautiful in the moonlight. Even turned away, the curve of soft shoulders kept catching Solis’ eye, and by the way the Prince was humming, a teasing smile playing on rosebud lips, he knew exactly what he was doing to the poor god.

Up on the Prince’s balcony the wind whistled past, tugging gently at Solis’ loose hair and shifting Cyn’s sheer robes even further down. Solis’ eyes found the small dimples at the base of the Prince’s curved spine, his mind supplying what it would feel like to press his lips to that delicate skin. He imagined a kiss would fit perfectly in the little hollow…

“You’re so far away. Why?” Cyn’s voice carried evenly over the wind.

The Prince turned his head, allowing Solis a glimpse of his flawless profile in the moonlight. There truly was nothing else to say… the man before him was perfect. Solis went to him without a second thought.

As his arms wrapped around the Prince’s waist and pulled him close, Solis’s heart ached at the amount of love he felt. He settled his chin gently on his lover’s bare shoulder, unable to stop himself from bending to press a kiss across that slightly chilled, warm-brown skin.

He heard Cyndras exhale, “That’s better.”

The seconds passed slower than they ever had before. Solis wasn’t entirely sure what it felt like to lose one’s mind, but he would imagine that it felt like counting the freckles on his lover’s neck and realizing that each one mattered more to him than all the stars in the sky.

Without time to judge him, the young god was more than content to stay there and explore the hollow of the Prince’s throat forever, but soon a deep chuckle pulled him to the surface of his reverie.

“The rest of me will be jealous if you give all your attention there.”

Solis nuzzled softly behind the Prince’s ear as he heard the other man sigh.

“Come now,” Cyn chided gently. “The night may be young, but we still shouldn’t waste it.”

Then there was a hand moving Solis’ own up to the fastening on the Prince’s robes. The god could feel the Prince’s heart pounding steadily beneath…

“Hm? Go on. You remember how, yes?”

Solis inhaled, “Yes.”

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He heard Cyndras laugh.

The years had been kind to Solis. They had been kinder to the Prince, who had blossomed into the most exquisite beauty The Mortal Realm had ever seen. He was lauded for his poise and mediation skills, the best in the kingdom, while being feared and admired by enemies and friends alike.

Solis feared and admired his lover in many ways too, especially when they were like this.

“There you go, ah-“ Cyndras sighed. “Touch me like that. Slowly. Perfect…”

The praise from his lover’s lips sent a shockwave of joy through Solis’ body, and he let out a soft moan. After many heated moments, Cyndras slowly turned in his arms, hugging him tightly, bringing their bodies flush together and carding his fingers through Solis’ long blonde hair.

“What if I told you I wanted you just like this?” He heard Cyn whisper directly into his ear.

Solis’ eyes fluttered closed and he shivered, lost in bliss.

“Right here,” the Prince’s voice was silken, trailing over his skin like the fine robes that were already sliding from his form.

“Out in the open. The sky and stars can be my witness. Would you like that, Solis? Would you like to see if they can hear my cries all the way in Xesith? In the Heavens?”

The poor god was going to die.

It always felt like too much, being with Cyn. He always felt like he was going to burn up from the heat, from the amount of love he felt. Solis craved that oblivion like nothing else…

“Hah, ngh-”

Solis loved the sounds that Cyndras made. He loved the helpless way he gasped, the fire burning in his eyes as they held each other, learned each other, again and again.

It was always too much.

It was always never enough.

Underneath a sea of stars that Solis knew by heart, he touched and was touched by the one that knew him best. The god liked to take his time, and Cyndras liked to humor him.

There was so much skin to feel, to kiss, to worship. Solis blessed every inch of his lover, and then buried himself inside, desperate to watch the Prince writhe and groan beneath him. Solis particularly liked the way Cyn’s eyebrows drew together, lips falling open when he moved just right. There was nothing more exquisite than watching their love play out on Cyndras’ face.

“I love you…” the Prince whispered, and Solis kissed him in response.

He had found many ways to express his feelings while in The Mortal Realm, but nothing ever seemed to express it all. When words failed him, he spoke in actions. When those weren’t enough, Solis threw himself at his Prince’s feet and gently kissed his ankle, begging to be the bridge that would carry him across the river, across the moat, across the stars.

Solis wanted to be muddied, be bloodied by Cyndras’ hands on him, his soles crushing into his back. He wanted to be torn apart and remade until the universe gave him the strength he needed to shield his lover from all pain.

Solis has lived and walked by his Prince’s side for almost three years now, and it still stuns him every time to hear “I love you” on those cherry-red lips and know that that voice is speaking to him.