He means it too. Makes Wash ache to hear it, but this could get addictive if he lets it. Someone who gives enough of a damn about him to stay. He kisses back, tongue dipping against Taylor's lips, savouring every second.

It is cold, and he gasps despite Taylor's warning, a startled little sound when he slides his fingers down over his hip, brushing against his cock and balls and further back. There's a sharp ache of anticipation; he needs this, wants it more than just about anything right now.