This time he does moan, quiet and loose, his head tilting slightly to the side. It's nowhere near as powerful as it can get, not tipping him down into the deepest part of that warm, dark, safe place in him, but it's a taste of it, and it's one he now understands he needs. It's been a while, in fact. Maybe that's part of why.

He always goes back to that first time just inside Neil's apartment, because in so many ways that was the start of it all. "I belong to you," he breathes as he leans forward, the words a bit slurred, almost as if he's talking in his sleep. Echoing a memory that he's dreaming.