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Well then we're settled. I like you, you like me. This is our home together and it will always be a safe harbor to return to.

[ he laughs into each sweet little kiss before pressing one more lingering and loving against the plush line of koby's mouth. he raises them back up but keeps his arms wrapped around him, fingers pressing into his sides, keeping them pressed and flush together. ]

I suppose we have to enjoy everything in here again differently now don't we. Do you remember when we ruined one of the maps because I had you pinned to our desk? Or the very first bath we shared? Or the carpet. The rug, the door. Or when we ate toast together, when you showed me how texting worked. The times you've dressed me. The boat on the lake. The swims. The sun on your face.

[ he snorts a little, dipping to nip at koby's jaw once, letting his hands slide down now to koby's ass, giving a playful squeeze. ]

I look forward to every moment with you.

[kobes]

[Quentin reminisces, and Koby smiles brighter, warmer with each recollection, nodding along -- of course he remembers, the bath and the bed and the desk, the lake, the sun, of course.]

I remember all of it. [Soft, pressed close against Quentin, hand tracing the line of his cheek, thumbing over the lines that appear when he smiles, the crinkle-eyed grin he adores so much.] I remember every day with you. Every moment. [He doesn't let any of it blur into mundanity, even the long lazy mornings spent quietly chatting beneath the covers, delaying getting up until Quentin suddenly springs up, stretching and yawning like a bear and announcing he needs breakfast -- or until Koby squirms a little closer and slips a hand up under Quentin's shirt, coaxing them into staying beneath the sheets a little longer. Koby sears it all into his mind, remembers the taste, the feel, the smell of each day, each hour, revels in it like a pirate king with his hoard.

And he laughs, wiggling closer, scrunching his nose at the cheeky grab, at the playful lightness in Quentin's face, his warm eyes, his bright grin.] Well, I did bring dinner up, but...we can always reheat it if... [Koby glances over at the newly-made bed, arches both eyebrows.] If you want to properly christen our new home?