[ He doesn't think he will ever get tired of this - of being inside this man, of feeling him so close to him. He rests his head against his shoulder as he feels himself pushing inside of him - both hands moving to his hips now, to hold him and support him as he moves.

When he pulls back to look at him he lets his gaze examine the way Emet looks on top of him like that - wearing the clothes he selected for him, with the lingerie Lahabrea gave him. How is it possible for him to be more and more beautiful every time he looks at him? ]

You feel — as nice as always, my moon and stars.