He wanted time to just stop, right here, for a while. The world could just stop rotating right here at this moment of sweetness and it would be all right. He curled into Devin, his arm tightening around his waist, his other hand finally moving to cup Devin's cheek as they kissed because, if nothing else, he knew how to do that. Soft. Gently brushing his thumb over the curve of cheekbone.

He felt it when Devin... uncoiled. Felt it in the tingling on his skin, the sensations he'd come to recognize as familiar and something coming from outside of him. But he felt it, also, in the way it made his body jump and heat and tighten.

That, he couldn't do. Not yet, not now. Maybe not ever? Not ever was becoming a vanishingly small possibility. Sometime. There was a sometime there, what had become a speculation now a need to be pushed aside for when other considerations wouldn't crowd it out. But, god. He wanted so badly.