"This is okay," Adam stretched out his legs on either side of Alec's hips, bracketing him in. Cheeks flushed and lips parted as Alec kissed his hand, Adam watched him, fascinated by each touch. "I kind of just want to make out with you for an hour." Maybe longer. "Is that okay?"

Adam could feel his nerves jangling in every inch of his skin, skittish about scaring Alec off or starting another fight, burning for more contact and kisses. He curled his free hand around the side of Alec's neck, running his thumb along the tendon there and then tracing the pattern of his tattoo.