Obligingly, "Please." He spares a moment, catches a kiss, enjoys another moment of that delicious friction, before he lets himself lie back, knees still locked close to his hips but easy enough to reposition if directed. He brings his lover's free hand with him, taking some warmth along.

As many as you want, he almost says. Even now the part of him that comes more untethered in moments like this still remains inside, just beneath the surface.

Maybe someday he'll find voice for more of it without prompting.

Someday they'll have all the time they want to go searching for that.