He loves claiming that breath every time. Loves getting to touch this proud, strong man, when almost no one else can, and be met without fear. With trust, and answering love.

He smiles lovingly and leans into that hand as he continues to undulate his hips a little, rubbing purposely against his husband before a familiar hand wraps around him, drawing a low groan from his throat.

Only to laugh, a little breathless at the delightful answering tease. "You take very good care of me, A-Lan. Always."