For someone who had as a child dreamed of something close to friendship and love, before he had decided that there were many people who needed his unselfish love and compassion, he had wanted someone to marry and a white picket fence. It had gone well beyond the realm of physical to something far more metaphysical.

But it could still be something pure and holy, it could be reverent like a prayer.

He nodded with the tickle of his blonde locks lightly brushing against shoulder and then he tried to push the other man up from his lap, but only so that he could pull upward at the shirt and then graze his mouth against the spot just above a bellybutton, an inch downward to the navel.. and then his eyes slid upward to look at Liam.

"Now?" his own hand twitching at the fabric of the shirt that covered his own chest. "Because if you want your clothes back that bad, there is no choice for it."