"Shh. There you go. Just let me…" Tumb pulls Eternal so that he’s sitting upright, grabbing his hands and pressing kisses to the tips of each of his fingers. He takes the hem of Eternal’s shirt, lifting it up and over his head, casting it off the bed without a second thought.
Trailing his lips down Eternal’s collar, down over his stomach, to his waistline, he pulls down his pants, taking his boxers with them. He shucks them off, ghosting his fingers over Eternal’s skin, drinking him in, soaking in his heat.
"You’re beautiful," he murmurs, kissing the spot where the two scars on his chest intersect.
The guardian trembles as Tumb undresses him and makes an outright groan when his boyfriend kisses the scars on his chest. He hates those scars, hates what they stand for, hate where they came from, hate that they’re there at all.
But to Tumb they’re beautiful. And for a moment he can forget all the bad things that cling to his skin and just bask in the brilliant warmth and blue that is his lover.
Tentatively, he runs his hands over Tumb’s chest, drags his fingertips up his arms, brushes his hair. Then he leans against him, pressing his head to Tumb’s chest to listen to his heartbeat.
"Mmm, you’re so warm, sunshine. Warm and beautiful and handsome and sweet." The guardian stretches in Tumb’s lap, settling down comfortably, "Will you…" He blushes, stutters over his words, tries again, "Will you play with my hair? My back marking? Just. Touch me? Please?"