[littl3chocobo]

there was something different to procreating in the light, he could see on the boy's face a map of every touch and there was a languidness to the other that was unlike the hurried movements in the poor light of candle-flame and he found it much more appealing and quicker to give him satiation. when the task was done he found himself reluctant to leave the ruin of bedding and in a fit of impulse he pulled the other over by his shoulders and offered him a tender kiss, "beautiful wife, i have no regrets in our marriage if we may touch like that"