[Jack sank into the kiss with an easy, blissful noise of content, one that melted into a tumbling laugh as Eugene kissed his way down his face and onto his neck. It meant standing on his tiptoes, even while the man bowed his head a little, but that was just a part of the two of them, the little points of mismatch he adored just as much as the things that fit seamlessly.]

Who cares? The dishes aren't going anywhere, and you know your mother will understand.

[Leaning back, he looked him in the eyes, gaze gleaming with excitement and adoration.] Let's go out walking. I'll finish this later.