"I will take you as long as you can stay." Dark eyes, dark eyes watching. Searching for Thom's own.

Santino's hand, against Thom's body, slowly rose upwards to Thom's exposed neck. Soft touch, caress while leaving enough lacking to instill desire. Fingers moving upwards into Thom's hair, curling there for a momentary act of affection. Fingers then against Thom's cheek, tracing the line of his jaw. Kiss against the other, brush of teeth that Thom knew the function of quite well by now.

"I could take you."