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It's easier to explore Elijah in the darkness of a bedroom, because Sean can stop thinking about it so much and just let his fingers move across skin. He spends minutes lingering on Elijah's warm face, tipping fingers gently across brow and nose and mouth and cheek, and shifting it into each slow, thorough kiss. This is a luxury they rarely take with other people, a luxury that Sean takes strength from. When he moves his hands away and they're finally just kissing, the weight that is always heavy in his chest is a bit lighter. He opens his eyes. |