[ he smiles at that, soft and truly content. It's easy to forget how both of them were uncertain about this, how difficult it had been to start trusting in happiness itself, and yet here they are - with no doubt about the love they have to each other.

He'll keep grinding against him like that for a bit more, his mouth trailing down to his chest, to one of his nipples - and he's curious, is the texture of it different as well? He'll take it between his lips, tongue pressing against it as he teases him ]