"I'll keep it on," he murmurs. "So you can ruin it while you ruin me."

One of his hands comes up into Joshua's hair and directs his face so that they can kiss fully, open mouthed and hungry and adoring. Alecto does his utmost to show his clear, obvious desire: he knows how cautious Joshua is with him, burdened by the knowledge of his previous relationship, the ugly color of it. But Alecto wants to urge him to think less, feel more and he wants to see his husband confident, knowing that his wife yearns for him and is desperate to fulfill his every desire. Alecto wants him to feel comfortable leaving the past behind, as Alecto himself has chosen to do, fleeing the freedom of wind and sea and magic all just to love this one man and forge a life with him.

And so far, it had been more than worth it.

Alecto reaches his other hand down, tracing Joshua's broad chest and waist, chiseled by years of hard labor, and slides it down under the band of his slacks, gripping the hard bulge of him. He strokes the already hard length, slowly, eagerly, trying to get a sense for its girth and size. He smiles against Joshua's mouth. "I can't wait, darling."