“Well, I’ve been having some success anchoring spells.” He curls his head down to nuzzle his nose against David’s, searching for a moment to find the right angle with the height difference. He gives him a good kiss as his hands search for the hem of his shirt to slip closer to the heat of his skin.

“So if anyone happens to look up here, all they’ll see is a nondescript roof.” He kisses him again. “Even if you distract me. Presumably. Haven’t had a chance to test it.”