"As are you. I am no good at metaphor, but you are more beautiful than any flower in any garden." He moves into the touch, the warm, calloused hand on his thigh is a feeling to drink in. His own hands wandering over broad shoulders as he leans in to return that kiss.

"Dedue... I love you so much." His hand guides Dedue's where he wants it. Down toward the apex of his thighs and against the wet warmth there. Lifting his hips to rub himself against Dedue's fingers a bit, to make it inviting. His own eyes slip shut for a moment to enjoy the sensation himself.

"Not so bad, is it?" The lilt to his voice makes it obvious that he's teasing, of course.