[ The mattress dips under Guilliman's weight and Terry slides toward him easily, as if by gravitational pull. What a delight it is to nestle up in the crook of his arm an lay his head against his chest again. ]
I'm fortunate to have you. [ He didn't buy a house of this size to live in it by himself. In the years he spent alone he began to resent the cavernous hallways and high ceilings, a monument to the loneliness he'd never been able to escape. Now it feels like fate; it isn't quite made for someone of Guilliman's stature but it's enough that he'll be comfortable. ]
There are so many things I want to show you.
[ Books and films and music that have been lost to time in the far future. His private spot on the beach. Earth in general, as it is now. ]
[He hums, lets himself indulge in the luxury of Terry's presence.]
Even the little I have have seen thus far. Where I found myself... it will be my Father's palace, one day. But now it is wild land. Mountains and blue skies, and fine, kind people.
[What if the opportunities are worth the obstacles? What if he lets himself believe that?]
This is a world of wonders, my treasure. The birthplace of all I was made to preserve. I want you to show me everything.
I will. Anything you want to have or see or do - I'll make it happen.
[ With the caveat that he's not sure how safe it'll be to travel. If he can convince the world that Guilliman is an abnormally large man and nothing more, they'll have more freedom than they would if the truth comes out. ]
Though, I hope you don't mind if I stay here for a while. [ He nuzzles up against Guilliman's shoulder. ] Now that I'm in your arms I find it very hard to leave them.
[At some point, probably sooner rather than later, they will both have to come to terms with what Guilliman's primarchal programming will mean for Terra-as-it-was, and for the timeline. No matter Terry's wishes, he won't be able to leave this mess of a planet to its own devices.
But for now... for now, Roboute can enjoy what he has, melting back into the mattress and allowing Terry to stake his claim.]
If you can stand my smell, I will not object.
[He's still grimy, sticky, smelling of sweat and metal. He should bathe or shower, surely. But Terry hasn't complained yet. And he doesn't want to untangle himself from him. His treasure. His consort. His guide to this new-old world.]
Though you may tempt me to be indecent. If you don't take care.
I had my sexual awakening in a cabin, sleeping shoulder-to-shoulder with a bunch of young men who had just been through boot camp.
[ Which is to say, he didn't mind the smell at all. If anything, he liked his men to smell like men, to a certain extent. An extent that Guilliman had yet to pass.
He burrows his face between his pecs, just to prove his point. And because, fuck, he's missed that so much. ]
Consider yourself tempted. [ Said half-muffled, planting a kiss on his sternum. ]
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I'm fortunate to have you. [ He didn't buy a house of this size to live in it by himself. In the years he spent alone he began to resent the cavernous hallways and high ceilings, a monument to the loneliness he'd never been able to escape. Now it feels like fate; it isn't quite made for someone of Guilliman's stature but it's enough that he'll be comfortable. ]
There are so many things I want to show you.
[ Books and films and music that have been lost to time in the far future. His private spot on the beach. Earth in general, as it is now. ]
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Even the little I have have seen thus far. Where I found myself... it will be my Father's palace, one day. But now it is wild land. Mountains and blue skies, and fine, kind people.
[What if the opportunities are worth the obstacles? What if he lets himself believe that?]
This is a world of wonders, my treasure. The birthplace of all I was made to preserve. I want you to show me everything.
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[ With the caveat that he's not sure how safe it'll be to travel. If he can convince the world that Guilliman is an abnormally large man and nothing more, they'll have more freedom than they would if the truth comes out. ]
Though, I hope you don't mind if I stay here for a while. [ He nuzzles up against Guilliman's shoulder. ] Now that I'm in your arms I find it very hard to leave them.
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But for now... for now, Roboute can enjoy what he has, melting back into the mattress and allowing Terry to stake his claim.]
If you can stand my smell, I will not object.
[He's still grimy, sticky, smelling of sweat and metal. He should bathe or shower, surely. But Terry hasn't complained yet. And he doesn't want to untangle himself from him. His treasure. His consort. His guide to this new-old world.]
Though you may tempt me to be indecent. If you don't take care.
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[ Which is to say, he didn't mind the smell at all. If anything, he liked his men to smell like men, to a certain extent. An extent that Guilliman had yet to pass.
He burrows his face between his pecs, just to prove his point. And because, fuck, he's missed that so much. ]
Consider yourself tempted. [ Said half-muffled, planting a kiss on his sternum. ]