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A soft breath spilled across his stomach, the expanse of skin riddled with scars like a patchwork of scratches; a melody of tired, warped lines. Hands wound their way up his sides, sliding over his waist with the tenderest warmth, warmth that he thought was never possible for someone like him. They nipped at his hips, slid spirals across his waist, caressed each of his ribs like flames licking up his chest. Each touch was a dizzying slice of heaven, a feeling so wholly absorbing that he felt lightheaded simply trying to comprehend the affection hanging so tangibly in the air.
Leo's hands never managed to stay still for long, and this moment only added to that fact. His fingertips chased up every inch of Jason's skin like they just couldn't bear holding on to less than all of it at once. They combed their way around his gentle curves and soft skin, pink with the afternoon light and freckled with patches of sun-kissed stars. Wandering like a lost soul, traversing any patch previously undiscovered. He hummed quietly, the rarest instance of clingy tiredness emitting from the boy.
Jason's hand is woven in Leo's hair, tangled in the sea of rusty curls that relented against the action. The boy lying on top of him smiles as he continues to thread his gentle touch through the soft strands. He's like a cat. Jason thinks to himself, chest rumbling in a laugh.
Protesting the motion, Leo frowns and tucks his face further into the pillow of skin he rests on in order to stop the movement. With his face smushed against skin, Leo can't help but revel in the thought that it was his. His lips press into the plush warmth, loose kisses trailing out of his mouth. A small noise of surprise tumbles from the son of Jupiter, his hand stilling where it rests in waving curls. The brunette delights in the sound, only serving to make him burrow further into Jason's stomach, his nose scrunching with the movement.
As Leo's face is hidden in his makeshift pillow his hands continue to trickle upwards, slowing once he could feel Jason's breath pause below him. The beginnings of a collarbone met his touch, his fingertips delicately brushing the raised indent. They lingered there for a second, until Leo was once again reassured by the steady rise and fall of his head on Jason's stomach. There was nowhere else he'd rather be than here, wrapped in his boyfriend, draped across his chest and tucked between his legs, showering him with the attention he deserves.
Chasing up the column of his throat, Leo feels the rumble of Jason's voice beneath his hand. It feels like sandpaper against his ears, smells like the morning after rain, sounds like home.
"Leo." Jason hums, sending a shiver of electricity down the son of Hephaestus's spine.
The blonde waits until their eyes meet, sliding together with the ease of a well greased machine. Once they do, a smile spreads across his mouth, lips tugging over his canines in the fondest look Leo thinks he's ever seen in his life.
His voice is so soft, so careful that even with his ears straining, Leo might not've heard it if his eyes hadn't locked onto Jason's mouth the moment it began to change. "I love you."
Frozen for a moment, the words sinking into his brain like a stone in a pond, Leo can only blink. His lips mimic the movement, sounding out each syllable in order to comprehend them fully. Autumn-crisped eyes begin to fill with bright adoration, swimming in starstruck love.
"I love you too, my príncipe del cielo.”
Leo prompts himself upwards, sliding forward until he rests chest to chest with his partner. Elbows propped beneath him, his voice spills quietly from his mouth, surrounding Jason in sticky sweet words and loving compliments.
"I love your pretty smile, and the look in your eyes when you see me across camp, and how excited you get when you solve something that's been bugging you. I love how your hair sticks up in the morning, and how your voice sounds like warm coffee. I love how you smile when I annoy you and how your skin tastes so warm under the sun." Leo nuzzles his face into the small crook of Jason's neck, tucking his nose into the gentle curve of his shoulder. His words, however muffled, still drift to Jason's ears.
"I love how you always smell like pine and ozone, how cold your hands are when I hold them between mine, and how awesome your hot chocolate recipe is when you make it for me. I love so much about you, Sparky."
Placing a small kiss to the dip of Jason's neck, teeth grazing the sloped expanse of skin, Leo continues on too quietly for either to hear. The rest of his half-asleep words are lost to the comfort of arms wrapping around his waist from a glassy eyed blonde.
Blinking rain drops from his eyes, Jason curls closer to tug the other into his grip. Freckled, tan skin pressed into his own like putty in his hands. He stares into the sleepy face of his boyfriend, his leather-brown eyes dripping closed with heavy sleep. Jason rests his lips across Leo's forehead, sweetly kissing the warm skin.
"Goodnight, love."