#harper bor x harper geraldus

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Last six lines (pt 2)

The lovely @coreene tagged me so hey, have another 6 lines from 'For Want of An Axe' ft a smidge of Tears of Selune (Geraldus x Bor)

“Each tear that fell another star;” he said, eyes briefly flicking to Bor’s, anxious, “each sorrow felt - the night sky’s bright scar.”  “Each sorrow felt - the night's bright scar,” Bor repeated, memorising, “each sorrow felt - the night's bright scar.” “Night sky's bright scar,” Geraldus corrected gently. “Night sky's bright scar, got it,” Bor echoed, then flashed Geraldus a big smile, “and … if I don't got it, stick an arrow through me and yell for help - alright?” Geraldus gave him a small, awkward smile in response. “I won't be long. Lock up behind me.”

no pressure tags foooooooooor @forget-me-maybe @my-favourite-zhent @kimberbohwrites and @viennacherries

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Festive Boraldus (Harper Geraldus x Harper Bor)

A pair of lovely Harpers doing what Harpers do and helping out shovelling snow around the neighborhood.

🌨️

... I assume just offscreen Mattis and Mirkon are charging people for this entirely voluntary service.

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Harper Bor x Harper Geraldus (Boraldus!) for the wonderful @benicemurphy

<3 I love these boys and how in love they are T_T

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"I got you, recruit."

Harper Geraldus x Harper Bor because this problem sure is continuing

(Boraldus? Harpermance? Cinnabuns?)

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Harper Geraldus x Harper Bor

(Harpermance/cinnabuns/boraldus is the theme of the week <3)

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"...did, did I get it right?"

"That was clever - with the code - way to keep your head, recruit."

Harper Bor x Harper Geraldus

(Blame @captainsigge for "so what if Bor met Geraldus" and the ensuing problem we now have.)

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Harper Geraldus, Harper Bor and Bor's lil bro Mirkon

Maybe they're off to go treasure hunting, find something really cool to show Mol and the others.

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Harper Geraldus x Harper Bor

The green recruit and the veteran; a Harper Prince, and a loyal Knight sharing a moment in the moonlight.

(help, they give me such vibes help help heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelp)

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Harper Bor dipping the Harper he adores all low like.

Harper Geraldus x Harper Bor (aka Boraldus or Cinnabuns)

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Geraldus x Bor (Boraldus) sharing a moment.

I love these Harper Princes who are violently haunting my existence.

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Harper Bor teaching Harper Geraldus a bit of harpspeak.

(... Perhaps he's teaching him how to say 'it's safe'.)

('and I love you.')

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... Let's see if this proves too piccante for tumbles.

Geraldus x Bor

(aka Boraldus)

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Harper Geraldus x Harper Bor

(Boraldus/cinnabuns/harpermance/source of my dopamine ship name tbd)

I've been writing about these two a bit lately. <3

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For Want of An Axe (Harper Geraldus x Harper Bor - E, shortfic, WIP)

The couple broke apart a moment, although didn’t let go of one another, and the man with shoulder-length chestnut hair tilted his head to one side. His expression searching a little, frowning, before breaking into one of recognition. “Oh, it's you,” the tiefling said, face brightening somewhat, “you … you checked us, when we arrived at the inn - didn't you?” Bor felt an immediate stab in the gut, sharp as a punch; the first time this had happened in a few days, although he expected it wouldn't be the last. He held his small smile; this man wasn’t to know. “Ah, no that was …” he trailed a little; now that he had to say it out loud it felt much harder than he’d expected it to. You’re thinking of Arthus.

After burying his brother with the fallen of Moonrise Towers, Harper Bor has followed the High Harper to Baldur's Gate - hoping to make sure the little tiefling on a treasure hunt he'd befriended back at Last Light Inn, Mirkon, has made it to safety.

He's just in time to find himself in the wrong place at the right time as Jaheira regroups with the Harpers in the city, and come to the aid of the Last Harper Standing in Baldur's Gate.

(Harper Bor x Harper Geraldus short fic; a bit of a shamless double rescue fic featuring two lovely Harpers finding a bit of healing and romance, working through some grief, and doing some Harper Adventuring and rescuing of tiefling kiddos along the way.)

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Harper Geraldus x Harper Bor (pt 1 of many)

(help help help they're such a problem help help help)

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Working out some aches - Harper Geraldus x Harper Bor (E, one-shot, smut)

Bor, his thoughts jumped in as he took in the head of mussed, cropped russet hair as the Harper stepped in the door, carrying a crate in both hands. He’d pushed the door open with a thigh, and as he looked up and met Geraldus’ eyes, gave a bright, warm smile. It had a slight tinge of apology to it; as it sometimes did - but Geraldus felt an immediate little wave of relief to see him, accompanied with a little blossom of something warmer. Something comforting. It was getting bigger every time.

Harper Bor offers an aching Geraldus a massage and a little comfort as they set up a safe house. (A short smut one shot - Harper Geraldus x Harper Bor)

Cross posted to AO3 here, or under the cut

Geraldus placed the last of his plate armour upon the makeshift pile atop the chair, and considered that perhaps he’d need some better way of storing this now; straightening up and feeling an immediate stab in his shoulder as he did so.

Gods he ached - it felt like near every muscle in his body was spent and groaning at him, particularly his shoulders and back - too many hours on his feet, and too many hours with all that heavy steel weighing on his already weary limbs.

His fingers travelled instinctively to his shoulder and he let himself move back and take a seat on the bed, now the chair was busily occupied with his belongings, seeking out the source of that stabbing feeling in an effort to stop the sharp pain.

He let out a little a hiss as he did; it was so tender it hurt just to touch.

He was still tentatively prodding at it with his fingertips as the door pushed open, and Geraldus’ heart jolted, skipping just a beat or two, as it now always did when another entered the room whether he wanted it to or not.

Bor, his thoughts jumped in as he took in the head of mussed, cropped russet hair as the Harper stepped in the door, carrying a crate in both hands. He’d pushed the door open with a thigh, and as he looked up and met Geraldus’ eyes, gave a bright, warm smile.

It had a slight tinge of apology to it; as it sometimes did - but Geraldus felt an immediate little wave of relief to see him, accompanied with a little blossom of something warmer. Something comforting.

It was getting bigger every time.

“Sorry, should’ve knocked,” Bor said as he let the door slide closed beside him with a click, “I - uh, had my hands full.”

He shrugged his shoulders a little, jutting his chin towards the crate in his hands as explanation - it was large and awkward, but not heavy.

At least, he’s making it look like it’s not heavy, Geraldus considered, thinking by now he should’ve learnt his lesson on this one after the several times that he’d been handed an object or another by Bor that he’d then found himself fumbling because it wasn’t anywhere near as light as he expected.

His eyes glanced briefly - drawn as he followed Bor’s jut of the chin towards the lines of his arms, catching on the shifting of muscles, and Geraldus averted them quickly.

“More equipment?” Geraldus asked, looking around their little makeshift hide-out - this new safe house they’d started building that at this point mostly amounted to a bed and crates upon crates of unsorted equipment, books and pots, salvaged from the various other hideouts where …

A bad thought, Geraldus quickly tried to think of something else, he’s been doing so much of this alone, you’ve been useless, don’t spiral now.

“Food,” Bor said as he stepped past him now, placing the crate beside the chair and straightening up then, shooting Geraldus a sidelong grin, “we can’t sort through all this on an empty stomach. People need to eat.”

He slung his pack down then, too, a little contemplative look on his face.

“Well, they’ll need to when they get here, anyway,” he added.

Geraldus nodded. This was good - a good distraction - he’d always liked cooking. Maybe that was something useful he could do with himself for now.

His fingers lingered on the sort spot a moment or two longer as Bor took stock of the room before turning to him.

His smile dipped a little as his gaze landed on Geraldus’ fingers - absently massaging that one pain - and he frowned.

He stepped closer, reaching for Geraldus’ shoulder, and Geraldus froze again - an abrupt notch of tension in his gut; from the prospect of being touched, or Bor’s sudden closeness?

He wasn’t totally sure, but he swallowed as Bor’s eyes met his, that smile returning again.

“Shoulder giving you trouble?” He asked.

Geraldus took a little breath - schooling back the tension, and nodded.

“A little,” he admitted, pulling back his hand, and Bor leant in - invited to look by its removal.

“Hmm,” Bor murmured as he gave it a good look, getting close enough that Geraldus could smell him - a bit of that fresh cut wood and pleasant musk he carried - but not touching.

“You need to adjust the weight distribution around your pauldrons I think,” he said, and Geraldus followed his eyes to see that indeed - the skin of his shoulder was freshly marked with an angry red indent where the armour had dug into the flesh.

“Might be you need different straps where they connect to your mail,” Bor added, “probably they’re just a bit tight - always are when the leathers are new; it needs a bit of wear and tear to loosen up.”

Geraldus felt a bit of heat creeping up his cheeks - his neck and ears - which he wished he could get a handle on, but knew he wouldn’t be able to.

“Thanks; it’s… a little painful,” Geraldus said, “maybe there’s something I can use round here…”

He found himself shifting away a little, an instinct to move slightly further from Bor he couldn’t really explain - not that he didn’t want his company, the opposite, really - Bor’s presence had never felt intrusive.

No, it was from the gentle squirming feeling in his gut from the way Bor was smiling at him.

But the abrupt movement ignited more of those aches and pains, though; and he winced as he did - feeling his muscles protesting for it.

“More than just the shoulder I think,” Bor concluded, tilting his head to one side - brow quirking just a little, “how bad is it?”

Geraldus let out a little sigh.

“I just overdid it with the lifting I think,” he said, “and the plate’s heavy…”

Bor let out a small laugh at that.

“Heavier than most of the things we carried today,” he said, adding with another grin, “but if I looked as handsome as you do in it, I suppose I’d wear it to lift boxes, too.”

There was a tease in that, Geraldus knew; he was starting to understand that Bor’s practical nature tended to come accompanied by a dash of dry levity, but he was too busy thinking about how he’d used the word ‘handsome’.

“Well, you won’t get any rest in that state,” Bor said, and to Geraldus’ surprise, leant down, quickly unlacing the top of his boots and starting to kick them off, “shuffle up.”

Geraldus stared at him for a moment as Bor stepped out of them, and gestured for him to move.

“I -” Geraldus was confused.

“Let’s get those aches and pains worked out,” he said, “if you’re up for a massage?”

Geraldus knew he’d flushed again immediately at that - feeling the rush of blood to his cheeks.

“Oh, that’s ok, you don’t have to…” he went to protest, but Bor shrugged, and started climbing onto the bed with him.

“C’mon recruit,” he said, smiling as if this were all no big deal at all, “it’ll be twice as bad in the morning if you ignore it, and we don’t have a fancy bathtub here.”

He considered that.

“Well, not yet,” Bor added, and then, knelt on the bed beside him, hands planted firmly on his thighs and head tilted, gave him a look that said ‘so, are we doing this?’

Geraldus swallowed. All his reasons to refuse the offer falling out of his head, and thinking that they’d … well, they’d touched a bit; they’d … but not like that. Not quite so intimately.

“Alright,” he nodded, and shuffled back as suggested - not sure what he did now, so he let Bor take the lead.

Bor grinned, and, reaching forward - planted a hand firmly on his shoulder, guiding him to move back a little and turning him as he did so that Geraldus was sat between his thighs, something he was altogether too aware of.

“Right,” Bor said, matter of factly, “try to relax a bit - let’s see what we can do.”

His hands were on his back now, starting at his shoulders, where his skin was exposed at his neck line.

Geraldus knew he'd immediately locked up at the touch; he couldn't stop it. Behind him, he felt Bor’s little laugh - it tickled against his ear.

His fingers weren't soft - a little calloused, used to work and labour - but they were warm, and strong, and firm.

“Or do the opposite of relax,” he said, and Geraldus could hear his grin in his words, “up to you.”

“I'm sorry,” Geraldus apologised immediately - automatically - trying to will his shoulders to sag and relax even though they weren't doing.

“Don't worry,” Bor replied, “it's easier said than done.”

Bor’s fingers dug in now, deep into his tissue; immediately painful against the sore fibres of his muscle.

He worked into them with rolling ministrations, digging deep circles with the bed of his thumb.

First across the shoulders, taking particular care around Geraldus’ shoulder blades, a thorough job - no space left untended to, but gods was it sore work.

Geraldus knew already it was worth it, though. He could feel the buzzing, burning sort of feeling Bor’s hands were leaving in a trail behind - where aches were being steadily vanquished and replaced by fresh, loose heat.

Most of all, Geraldus liked that Bor was touching him - enjoying the sensation of his hands through the thin material of his undershirt.

Bor hit a particular knot, even more tight and painful than the rest right there in the small of his back, and Geraldus yelped, unable to stop himself.

Bor paused.

“You ok recruit?” He asked, hesitating a little, “If it's too much, I can stop -”

Geraldus quickly cut him off

“N-no, please,” he said, “I'm ok. It's good - it's just…”

“A bit painful?” Bor asked.

Geraldus nodded.

“Sorry,” he said - feeling a little note of gloom - he'd made him stop when that was the last thing he wanted. Bor’s hands were splayed on his back, and they felt warm - good.

Geraldus knew he kept shying away from touch, even when Bor offered it so freely, and Bor was altogether too friendly and sure of himself to be offended by it - maybe he’d not even really noticed - but now he’d allowed this he was realising how badly he’d needed it.

How badly he wanted it.

“No, I'm sorry,” Bor said, leaning forward a little bit so he was hovering over his shoulder or look at him sidelong, “I can forget my own strength sometimes - so you have to say when it hurts too much - alright?”

Geraldus nodded again, but kept quiet, in case he managed to say sorry again somehow.

“It should hurt a little, though,” Bor smiled at him, “it's how you know it's working.”

It was a good smile - Bor’s. Warm and wide but not too bright, not false - and it made little dimples in his cheeks.

It was the first thing he’d noticed about him, when the fog had cleared enough for him to start noticing all the many things about Bor that now rattled gently in his mind.

Geraldus found himself smiling back - it was hard not to.

“I'll say, if it's too much,” he said, “please, don’t stop.”

Bor nodded, face going a little more serious - back to business.

“Alright; shout something though, I won't be able to tell if the yelps are good or bad ones. Say … carrots, or something.”

“Carrots?” Geraldus smiled a bit more.

“Something you don't say often - but easy to remember. I couldn't think of anything clever,” Bor said, “and you don't seem the cursing type.”

Geraldus let out a little laugh, which, seeing Bor’s small smile as he pulled back again, he suspected had been the plan.

Bor got back to work, continuing his journey down Geraldus' spine, moving down now to his sides, the well of his back.

Geraldus tried to fight the yelps; but couldn't quite stop the small flinches, hisses and whimpers as Bor worked across him steadily.

Geraldus tried to focus on the room; the stillness of this space, the shards of early afternoon light catching dust through the shuttered windows - tried to lean into the pain and the heat of his body.

… and Bor's - too - his warmth at his back, his fingers leaving their still simmering, burning trail all over him - but his efforts were working. Geraldus’ body was starting to hum as Bor touched him more and more.

Geraldus felt him shuffle a little bit, manoeuvring himself closer, working slow, steady circles at the base of his spine as his fingers dug into his sides - and then heard him inhale - before letting out a slow, measured exhale.

He heard Bor swallow a little; sensed the gentle lolling forward of Bor’s head - a moment of hesitation as he tilted closer - lingering an inch or so from Geraldus' neck.

Could he feel that too? The humming feeling - as he touched him?

Geraldus turned his head just slightly, and glimpsed Bor biting at his own lower lip - thinking. His hands had gone still.

“I ��” Bor spoke up, leaning in now a little further, tilting his face in turn, occupying the space in the crook of Geraldus' neck his own tiny movement had created. A careful push and pull between them that was making Geraldus' gut twist.

A welcome draw, tugging down through him - the stirring twitch through his base as he felt himself wanting.

Bor's voice was low, gentle, as he spoke against his neck - and he could feel the words on his skin.

“I could help a little more, to relieve the tension, if … if you want that?” he said.

As he did, his hand moved down now from his side to his hip, and held there - a gentle invitation.

Geraldus swallowed, tilting a little further, meeting Bor's eyes looking up at him; their hazel shade a little greener than his own, particularly in this low light, searching his gaze.

Geraldus leant closer - clearing the small space between them - brushing his lips against Bor’s and feeling him exhale against them.

Geraldus felt the lilt in his gut, at the sound of his breath.

Just barely a kiss - tentative, unsure - but it had felt like exactly what he wanted to do. He wanted Bor to keep touching him.

He wanted what he was offering; and could feel himself growing more and more eager by the second.

Bor leant into him, kissing him in earnest - much less tentative than Geraldus had been - a murmur in his throat. He parted his lips with his tongue; his intentions clear.

He pressed against him as he did; and Geraldus could feel him growing hard against his tailbone as they kissed, a solid, gentle pressure against his body.

Geraldus reached for his hand at his hip, sliding his fingers over it and drawing it down between his legs; inviting him to touch him there - and felt Bor's fingers graze across his cock before circling about his length firmly.

“Mnn-” Geraldus' sound of surprise at the feel of his touch was swallowed against Bor's lips - and he felt Bor grin, breaking the kiss.

“I guess that’s a yes?” he asked, looking up at him a little though his dark auburn lashes, an enticing expression.

Geraldus nodded, moving Bor's hand a little with his own; guided by instinct more than anything, wanting more, already feeling himself aching against his grip - another ache desperate to be touched and mended.

“You're sure?” Bor asked.

It was the desire talking; the desperation - but Geraldus had never been more sure.

“Yes,” Geraldus replied quickly, “please - Bor-”

“Then…” Bor trailed as he gripped him tighter, working down his length slowly, firmly through the fabric, smiling against his shoulder.

“I shall do no less?” Geraldus guessed - a Harper’s watchwords, their watchwords, and Bor’s preferred promise to him. He could feel himself tilting against him, shifting his hips slowly to move with his touch.

“I shall do no less,” Bor echoed, breaking into a grin and then suddenly moving - releasing his grip and hurriedly grabbing at Geraldus' shirt, pulling it up - tugging it over his shoulders.

Geraldus scrabbled free of his clothes quickly, sliding out of his breeches as Bor undressed just as hastily - catching each other for small, snatched kisses as they went - Geraldus' heart racing - his body still burning from Bor’s touch and the sudden rush of what was happening.

He felt dizzy - giddy almost as Bor scrabbled off the bed a moment, totally naked now - and took in the sight of him as he moved over to his pack by the chair.

He'd seen glimpses of his body before; but this was different - the hard, wired muscles of his arms - his broad shoulders - the dark russet hair across his chest and arms - trailing down his navel to his…

Geraldus took a breath as Bor turned, smiling at him again - that same kind, warm smile - filled now with something more. An eager glitter in his eyes as he looked at him in turn, appreciating.

He returned to the bed; leaning down to kiss him as he did; a simple, sweet sort of kiss.

“Trust me?” He asked.

Trust wasn’t something Geraldus had a lot of any more - but Bor -

All Bor had done since they’d met was give him reasons to trust him.

Geraldus nodded.

Bor climbed back onto the bed behind him, drawing him back into his embrace a moment, letting those same hands he'd used to draw across his back rove across the rest of his body now in tender exploration.

He kissed at his neck, a few sharp catches with his teeth as he reached to his side.

He'd retrieved a bottle from his pack, and unstopped it now with one hand, taking Geraldus' hand with the other and turning it palm side up - filling his palm with the slick liquid.

“Touch me,” he said, firm - drawing his hand now behind his back, guiding Geraldus to his own length.

Geraldus' heart was pounding - a furious rhythm in his sternum as he slowly circled his fingers around Bor's cock - felt the heat of the skin - so hard - and drew across it, coating him. He could feel Bor’s pulse against his fingers, throbbing against his touch.

Gods - he -

Bor's hand grazed across Geraldus’, taking some of the slick residue and sliding his hand down between them- carefully pressing into him with a finger - making Geraldus gasp.

A jolt, immediately, of pleasure at the sensation of it - Geraldus could feel him pressing his cock against him now, eager - Bor’s murmur of desire a low rumble in his throat, building as he moved against him.

Oh gods - Geraldus felt desperate already; now this was happening, a sort of mad feeling taking over his mind, he just wanted more - he wanted all this burning and aching to grow until it took him over completely.

Bor’s hands cupped under his thighs, and with a simple, effortless movement he turned them both - moving Geraldus back to the headboard of the bed, drawing him into his lap.

He guided his hand to the headboard behind - his eyes trailing over Geraldus - a gentle flush of blood on his cheeks too - mottled and clouded - his muss of dark red hair a little ruffled and messy.

“Hold on,” he said, closing Geraldus fingers around the headboard, manoeuvring him easily - hooking Geraldus' ankle over his shoulder and then, lifting him - holding him up with his strength.

His eyes locked onto Geraldus' and held them intently as he tilted his own hips up and drew Geraldus' down, sheathing into him slowly.

Geraldus cried out - letting Bor guide him onto his length - feeling the rush of pleasure as he penetrated him - this first thrust careful, inch by inch.

Hilted into him now, he tested another slow thrust, keeping his focus on Geraldus' eyes - searching his face, even as his own brows knitted together, and his breathing grew ragged, laboured.

“You're ok?” He asked. His voice was thick, deep - a little rumble to it.

Geraldus knew he had no words. He could only manage a hurried nod, biting down on his lip to hold the whimpers.

Bor let out a sound of his own, a rasping groan in his throat as he thrust again; his firm grip guiding Geraldus' hips onto him, harder, deeper this time.

Then harder still - faster - his bucking thrusts growing more and more hungry. Geraldus gripped the headboard tightly - feeling with every thrust another heady notch of pleasure.

Bor was growling, now; there was no other word for it - a softer, thicker sound than the guttural roar Geraldus had heard him make in the heights of battle, but no less powerful in how it shook through him.

The growl broke into a moan as he worked into him, desperate now, sweat on his brows - beading on his chest - his tight grip on Geraldus’ tightening - almost bruising around his hips as he thrust.

He closed the space between them, pulling Geraldus down hard onto him and seeking his lips in a crushing kiss.

Geraldus returned it dizzily; feeling like he might be on fire in this moment - the heat of them both so great.

Bor kissed him and kissed him, his kiss yearning and filled with eager moans.

He pulled free of him, and Geraldus felt almost weightless as Bor lifted him now, turning him around quickly and drawing him back to his lap - thrusting into him again before Geraldus’ whirling mind and racing heart had even caught up.

Geraldus gripped the headboard again, feeling Bor gripping his cock with one hand, the other still on his hips, helping guide him against his unrelenting, deep thrusts.

Bor's circled grip on his cock matching those circling bucks of their bodies, driving Geraldus to that precipice of pleasure - taking him over the edge as his body was overwhelmed with it all - the heat, the pleasure - the feel of him.

Geraldus cried out as he broke; unable to hold on any longer against it - releasing across the bed with a quake through his thighs - a rush through him of everything all at once, and then nothingness in its wake.

No unwanted thoughts, no more aching, no pain. Just bliss.

Bor was still bucking into him, driving himself to his end as Geraldus let that bliss wash through - hearing the firm impacts of their colliding bodies, feeling the digging grip of his fingers only distantly as his mind drifted in it.

Then, Bor pulled from him; that roar unimpeded - louder, reverberating through the air as he came across the sheets.

A moment later, Geraldus felt Bor’s arm - hot and balmy with sweat, but strong, circling about his waist and pulling him back.

In a simple movement, Bor dragged him back with him, pulling them both to collapse at the foot of the bed, away from the mess they'd made of the rest - panting.

Geraldus felt absolutely boneless as he let himself collapse against him; his head resting in the crook of his shoulder - feeling Bor's heaving chest beneath him - and the shaking of his ribs too - laughing a little - as he caught his breath.

Geraldus was smiling. He knew he was - as he lay there - all alight but entirely unwound; any last bits of tension and tightness in his body evaporated in this moment.

He let out a sigh; a happy one, for what was probably the first time in months.

Bor tilted his head a little awkwardly to plant a few small kisses on his brow, fussing away some locks of his dark hair as he did, stroking his fingers through them a little.

Geraldus closed his eyes; allowed himself to enjoy this. He didn't know how long this feeling would last - but he wanted to enjoy the glow whilst he could.

Bor said nothing, his breathing starting to steady - his little trickle of laughter settling, but smiling too.

Geraldus let himself turn into him a little; they were sweaty and a mess but he felt so … peaceful. Like he could just drift, now, and let sleep take him, without nightmares waiting on the other side.

Bor was stroking a hand down his back; the touch of his fingers now light, tender.

“... exciting enough to put you to sleep huh?” Bor asked.

Geraldus' eyes flew open - he blinked up at Bor, alarmed - but met Bor’s smile looking down at him, a little crinkle in one corner.

“You're teasing me,” Geraldus realised, and Bor’s smile grew.

“Just a little, recruit,” he said, his words laced with something warm and fond.

Geraldus nestled back in, immediately relieved.

Bor tugged him in a little closer, circling his arm around his back now to hold him to his side as they lay there.

“You can sleep;” he said, “and if you do, I'll take it as the great compliment it is.”

Geraldus smiled against his neck.

“Thank you,” he said and closed his eyes.

He gave himself a little time to take in his scent, his heat, and the gentle drum of his heart, as he did just that.