...I'd break them down if I could. [His hand stays cupped, almost possessively, to the back of Temenos's head, a hungry look in his eyes despite how dark and heavy they fall, the ache in his chest just growing.]

I want the taste of you. I want to take it back with me. Wherever I go. Whatever happens.

[He mouths at the corner of Temenos's lips.]

Let me indulge in you. My Temenos.