"Mmm...and you will never...want of it," was the fervent promise given between hastily pressed kisses. Apollo felt the boy shaking against him and resolutely clamped a strong resolve on his own racing desire, seeking to keep his wits about him, especially here.

Lifting his head, he sighed deeply and simply held his belovèd, pressing Hyacinthe's head against his shoulder and stroking his hair gently. "...oh, my love...shhh...it is well, for I am here with you again..."