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pressure he needed to move against.
Emyr rocked into him, a pillar of heat that filled Heilyn,
overwhelming his vision with images of clay, dark as Emyr’s hair,
and molten glass, as bright and clear as Emyr’s eyes.
    Emyr shifted slightly,
and now he was pounding straight into Heilyn’s sweet spot, and all
he could see was color, swirling like the sea, as his body gathered
and clenched, his cock spurting as he came and came, wailing Emyr’s
name.
    He knew that Emyr was
still moving in him, but all he could do was cling and sigh until
Emyr tensed and shuddered against him. They sank down against each
other, untangling their legs until Emyr’s face was buried against
Heilyn’s shoulder and their knees were brushing together. After a
moment, Emyr’s arms went around Heilyn’s waist, so tightly it
almost hurt, and Heilyn hugged him in return, unwilling to let him
go.
    For a while, they just
lay together, the sweat cooling on their skin. Heilyn could only
tell that Emyr was even awake by the way he was slowly stroking
Heilyn’s back.
    Just as Heilyn was
starting to get cold and remember that it was almost winter, Emyr
stirred a little and said, his voice bewildered, “I think I left
your lunch in the shrine.”
    For some reason that
struck Heilyn as being hilarious, and he muffled his laughter
against Emyr’s hair, until Emyr wriggled up enough to demand
indignantly, “Are you laughing at me?”
    “You laugh at me all
the time,” Heilyn pointed out and kissed Emyr’s pouting mouth.
“You’re amazing, in case you didn’t know.”
    He felt Emyr’s smile
blossom under his lips again before he pulled back to say, “You
too. Heilyn…” He stopped there, looking frustrated. “I can’t think
of anything good enough to say.”
    “Say it with kisses,
then.” Heilyn grabbed the blankets and pulled them up around their
shoulders, before he cuddled in and lifted his face. “Go on.”
    “Ridiculous,” Emyr said
fondly and kissed him lightly, which led to more touches and many
more kisses, and the sky was dimming before the growling of
Heilyn’s stomach finally forced them out of bed.
    He got to the inn in
time to do the breakfast washing up the next morning, and sang over
the dishes despite all Elin’s teasing. He couldn’t ever remember
being quite so happy.
    He spent the afternoon
back at the shrine, helping varnish over the paintings, and refused
to take any further payment for it. Arianell and the other girls
laughed at him even more than Elin did, but it was kind laughter,
and they all seemed almost as pleased as he was to see Emyr happy.
He went home through the village that night. Emyr smiled at him as
he came in the office door and so Heilyn stole kisses from him all
the way down the coast road.
    After that, once the
work at the shrine was finally finished, he went back to collecting
sketches of the island. There was a quiet subdued elegance to the
morning mists and brown lines of the winter fields. The short days
limited what he could see, but he drew from memory as he sat at
Emyr’s table each evening, and went to bed early.
    There was a little part
of him, though, that felt restless. Every time he saw a ship coming
in, he paused to watch the sails bellying before the winter wind,
and that restless part of him made him wonder what was on the next
island. It frightened him to think how hard it would be to leave
now. It was going to break his heart to kiss Emyr goodbye.
    Or, of course, he could
stay.
    That was almost more
frightening. He had left his home and family without a care in the
world. Why should a man he had only known for a few months make him
want to curl his toes into the dirt? There were islands yet unseen,
and a whole world beyond. There was nothing special about Sirig
either: it wasn’t the loveliest island he had ever seen, nor was
there much work for a artist here, though the skyscape was
unmatched, of course, and he liked the people, friendly and
easygoing as they were.
    Emyr was