He arched into his husband's body, losing himself in the kiss for as long as it lasted. He loved the feel of Yusuf's mouth on his, his hands on his body and his laughter in his ears. It was home in a way that no place had ever been before. Not even the monastery he'd fled to once he'd been old enough to do such a thing.

It made his decision that day even more concrete and he smiled as he enjoyed the feel of Yusuf's touch on his skin.

"Lucky, indeed. Rafiq must be very jealous. Now unhand me. Bambalouni does not make itself, habibi." He chuckled as he spoke, using his elbows to gently push the man back so that he could turn back to the dough on the counter.

"I stopped by the church. Father Giorgio sends his well wishes."