He sighed against his lips as they kissed, the feeling that flowed through him each time. It was pleasure but more, deeper. It was love. He knew that and it was a feeling he would never get tired of it.

"Such nice set of lips," he murmured softly, "I like them on my neck."

He helped by offering his neck, his head dropping back for him. The attention Bramen lavished on him was thrilling and soothing. It made him feel better, warmer. He ran his hands through Bramen's hair, gentling tugging him in.