Words. There were words and it wasn't distracting, it was good. His name sliding out from lips that were so soft, so sweet. The need fell back even as the heat persisted, his face flushed and a little wet.

And Devin was nuzzling softly at his cheek and he smiled, wondering, nuzzled back. His breath was coming in panting gasps just trying to regain a little of it from the kiss, but he wanted to, and did, soft touches somewhere between a kiss and just a brush of lips over his cheek. Emotion swelling.

There was still desire, from all the little noises, even the ones he was making now. From the way their bodies moved against each other but now it was tempered with an overpowering sense of newness, discovery, and heart. The pain in his chest was back, and welcome.