"The look that says you want nothing more than for me to take you apart." He kissed him, light and teasing. "That you want me to hurry up and have you." Another kiss, this time at the corner of his lips. "That if I don't hurry, you'll start to beg..."

He grinned, ghosting feather light kisses along Booker's jaw and neck, nipping his teeth against his pulse just as he twisted his fingers enough to graze his prostate for the first time with all three fingers in place.

"I love you, Sebastien."