Comfortable in Alec's lap, Adam's arms slid forward over his shoulders and down the back of Alec's shirt. He pressed one palm flat over Alec's spine where he could feel his heart beating in his chest, and curled the other around the base of Alec's neck. Melting into the slow kisses, Adam shifted in Alec's lap, hips grinding down a little out of instinct.

Adam's breath caught as Alec's hands started drawing patterns against his back, and he twitched a little in Alec's arms, laughing softly and tucking his face against the side of Alec's neck. "I think I'm ticklish," he said, surprised by the discovery. He hadn't known before. "Are you okay? Are you comfortable?"