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The softness of your face
The hand was always finding its place. As if it was the place where it belonged.
The touch as soft as as the target it was upon placed, never wavering, always lingering. The emotions of love there within laid.
Alex’s hand in Zeb’s face. Caressing the familiar planes of his lover’s face, like so many times before it had there remained, only to keep on coming back, for more, for the love the two shared.
The beard, the facial hair there found, softer than soft. Zeb, most certainly enjoying the simplest of caresses, never wanting it to stop, whether it was during their cuddles in bed or just because.
Simple as that. A simple touch between partners, between lovers to be more exact.
“Alex,”
“Yes Zeb, my heart?”
The soft spoken words in the calm night air, whispers, more likely they were.
“I… I like this. Can’t imagine how I ever managed without yer touches, love.”
“Well, I know this is all new still, for the both of us… But rest assured my sweet love, I will never stop.”
“Yeah?”
The word spoken still lazy, they usually were at this hour, the touches growing soft after their love making, the two lover lying cuddled together, limb for limb tangled in a nest.
“Unless you want to, of course.” A sudden doubt was risen in Alex.
“No Alex, keep it right there, your hand I mean. Like said, I love it. Yer touches keep me grounded.”
“I will my love, I promise.” Alex settled back as did Zeb.
“Good, cause I like it. Very much so.”
“I can feel that.”
Alex could, the resonance of Zeb’s sounds as he purred, always did when Alex touched him.
“Now, sleep my love, I will be right here ,watching over you.”
“Promise?”
“That I do.”
Although, it did not take too long for Alex to fall a slumber, as hypnotised by the soft purring of his love, his Zeb.