He stifles a groan of reaction and forces himself to pull away, off the bed so that he can take his clothes off. Generally their interactions in this space had been focused on Alecto - though he'd certainly explored Joshua's body in return - and it feels incredible as always to have Alecto's hands on him, curious and assessing, mutually expressing their desire, their want, for each other. He strips not with grace, but with alacrity, the golden rays of sun pouring in through the window very generous and merciful, lending an unaccustomed glamor to his body, giving Alecto a clear, unobstructed view. (Sunset at the lighthouse was typically when duties started, getting the lamps ready for the evening; it was not common for them to spend these hours together.)

He feels oddly shy, under this unaccustomed scrutiny, more comfortable with exclaiming over Alecto's perfection, with practically demonstrating his regard and devotion with his hands and mouth.

But Alecto wanted - a family. Children. With Joshua.

He shifts back onto the bed, unable to stay away, reaches for Alecto to pull him close for a kiss, pressing their bodies together, bare skin and satin and warmth and home, letting Alecto feel exactly how eager he was to begin to give him all this, his erection caught between them as his hips thrust forward, shallowly, seeking more contact and sensation.

"I don't think I can wait either," he confesses. Alecto feels so soft against him, so pliant and eager.