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rhysdarbythirstbox · 3 months ago

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Batter My Heart, Three Person'd God - Chapter 6.

Well, I'm just gonna keep on going, and it is Valentine's Day after all! Please let me know what you think - it makes me very happy to know folks are reading these snippets.

(Full text of the story so far is here)

“God, you feel good.”

“Your friends are going to wonder if we’re ever getting up.”

“I’m already up, man.”

It had never been like this with anyone. Tāne had wanted to linger before, but missed the desire from his partner. Sex was great, sure—pleasurable, transgressive, a revolution, a political statement, an act against oppression, repression, suited politicians, uniformed cops. He knew what to do and how to do it and how to make it good for everyone involved. He did not realize that he knew how to do this, though.

They could lie here under a downy duvet, sun coming through the curtains, not sure of the time and not caring. Love did not have to be rushed, or politicized.

“Didn’t you want—”

“You talk a lot.”

He felt the laugh in Madigan’s chest and he wanted to thread it into the sheets and embed it in the mattress.

“‘For God’s sake, hold your tongue and let me love…’” Madigan whispered into the press of Tāne’s palm.

“A quote for every occasion.”

“You know how to silence me.”

“I do.” But Tāne loved to hear him talk, that was the truth. He loved how words formed on his mouth and rolled from his tongue, he loved the lyrical rise and fall of his voice in strands of Auckland, strands of Dunedin, strands of something else he could not place but wanted to walk through with bare feet. He loved what poetry sufficed to express, and how it ceased to suffice at all. He loved…he loved.

He pressed so that Madigan turned in his arms and he could look at the pale, freckled face, and the gold and white sandpaper of his morning beard.

“Say it again,” Tāne said, drawing his hand through the curled hairs on Madigan’s chest.

“‘For God’s sake, hold your tongue and let me love.’”

“Yes. Hold your tongue…” He kissed, silencing himself. “…and let me love.”

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rhysdarbythirstbox · 3 months ago

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