[ They were both ruinous messes, but they were each other's mess. And so as Bren guided him backward, he moved and it was seamless, as if they were both were working in tandem with their oneness; the mating bond connecting them by a golden thread. And then he was settled on that lap, feeling a sticky mess-- oh he would need a bath when he got home, the both of them would but all he could do was sit backward, on Bren's lap and still impaled.

He looped an arm up and around those shoulders, and his other hand moved to palm against Bren's hand that had settled at his stomach, he could feel the subtle stickiness there but all he could think of was how twined they were now-- the way he could feel the other man's heartbeat as if it were his own. ] There will never be anyone for me but you and together, we will destroy he who hurt you, we will destroy him so that we can finally be happy for the rest of our days, so that you and Caleb will return to me time after time again.

[ Gods, he needed to have the other man return to him... would live for that distinct promise ]