"Well, then say that and don't talk about smarts. You're all edges and don't do anything halfway,"

He smirks before closing his eyes, and kissing Erik again before sharing how after the first time Erik put a hand in his hair, he wanted a passionate kiss and to let control go for a time. Mental and physical touch together excite, nothing hidden, all true, all real, being comfortable enough to let go.

Then in time learning and testing each other, he wants to hear Erik groan and want and know he can satisfy him. There's for a moment a memory that flashes through of a rainbow.