Heat flared. He couldn't breathe, didn't want to, didn't even seem to need to as he kissed him. Every moment pushed it further. Pleasure that wasn't just pleasure but adoration, need slaked by insistant physical presence.

Everything had been going so right, so wonderful, and then it had crashed down, and now it was all right again. Better than all right.

The urge to curl up into Devin and sob turned into a soft laugh into his mouth, pressing back up against him, one arm tight around his waist.