[He doesn't resist. He actively covets it, covets the man's touch, his kisses. It's so comfortable. It's more comfortable than anything he's ever had.]

[His hands encircle the man's torso, now, hugging him close, skin to bare skin. He's always craved touch, for as long as he's known it. It's a blessing to have something again that he can hold without the threat of it devolving into violence, broken limbs, blood. Before, it was children. Now, a lover.]

Mm. [He rests his jaw on the other's shoulder, wanting to simply keep it there. It feels like he fits in the nook of it, like a puzzle piece.] Maybe you just want to wear me out to the point I can't leave this room? You know I'll have to return the favor.