[don't say that. even if it unsettles him, the warmth spreading throughout his chest is nice, as is the closeness of his body. Jason was familiar with the comfort of Nero's scent-- and those stoped... sweet nothings. even if he couldn't help himself.

his breath comes out in quicker pants and that's weird again. his toes curl lightly in the sheets, and he finally gets out--]

I'd love you more if you'd remembered to bring the right hand.

[but he couldn't mask the fondness in his voice, and his hands finally move from digging into his back to pulling his face in for a desperate kiss]