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Canute had been poking at him all day — fingers to a bruise Thorfinn didn’t want to admit was there.
It started with the apple. He bit into it slowly, lips parting around the skin with this sharp little crunch that echoed in the quiet morning. Juice slid down his chin, and instead of wiping it right away, he caught it with his tongue — casual, unbothered. His eyes met Thorfinn’s over the rim of his cup, half-lidded, amused. The smugness in them was quiet, but it was there. Like he knew he was being watched.
“You’re very disciplined,” he’d said, voice soft like silk and sin. “Do you ever let go?”
Canute chased him with his hips, desperate to feel more, be filled deeper, fucked harder. He wasn’t just unraveling — he was offering himself up, body and soul, like this was some kind of holy communion and Thorfinn was the only god left.
“I love you,” he gasped before he could stop it. “I—ah! fucking love you—”