Dorian traced the edges of Nathan’s continents, marveled at how the coastlines of white met smooth butter darkness.
Nathan sighed, content, half asleep on their shared bed, the morning light turning Nathan into both golden and impossibly dark radiance.
Dorian moved from the island on Nathan’s chest to the archipelago trailing his jaw, exploring the difference with his eyes, while fingers swam the supple continuity of smooth skin.
Nathan smiled, but took Dorian’s hand, and held it still.
K Andrew Turner