So freely offered. And encouraged with every moment David grips back, kisses back. He knows he would be fought if he tried to pull away and that only fans the flame he's let catch the wind today.

He's panting as they're forced to stop, still pinning David, reluctant to allow any space between them. His eyes greedily drinking in that face he's already spent so many hours looking at. That perfect, impossible face that he loves so dearly. The sudden smile makes his heart skip.

He's not expecting the words. They bring laughter, and a softer kiss. "Then let me stay always beautiful in your eyes."

The affirmation is good for him. The confirmation that this is welcome -- that he's welcome, the way he is.