Halsin doesn't know if Aymeric will ever understand how much he has needed him in the moment despite his words. Not just for pleasure but to hold him together.

The heat rushing through him has more to do with the man kissing him than the heated waters. Normally he is the one to lead, to take over and be dominant, but he melts this time as Aymeric teases him with touch. The brush of his fingers against Halsin's ears, then down his chest and further. It nearly makes him tremble with a low groan that is barely muffled by the heated hungry kiss. At least until Aymeric's hand curls around him, causing his hips to jerk forward as he breaks the kiss and tilts his head back.

His cock hardens swiftly under his lover's caress while he rocks his hips again, every muscle tensing in him. "Aymeric." He sounds pained but it looks blissful too, his eyes closed.