"Next time?" He prompts, unable to help himself. He gives a low hum of pleasure when Tseng takes his skin in his mouth, shivering slightly as he feels as if his entire body is still sensitive. Every touch sends shudders of pleasure through him still and he looks down at Tseng, reaching down to run his fingers through a few strands of black hair. He knows that mischievous look, he knew what promise it held.

He never would have put his life in anyone else's hands like that with anyone except for Tseng who knew his body so well after so many years together. He arches his back a little against Tseng's wandering hands, soaking up each little touch that Tseng bestowed on him.

He just wanted to lay here all afternoon if he could with Tseng even if they could be interrupted by a Turk at any time. He didn't think he had it in him to stand at the moment at least.