Jet kisses back every time those lips find his and the last one has him heating up with something else. The desire was definitely still there, but this was adoration.

Albert's arms were around him like he was cradling the blond to him and the passion in his kiss had Jet breathless. He wrapped an arm across his partner's back while his other hand settled on Albert's shoulder.

He was about to respond when Albert's words from the arena drifted back through his head. What could he do to prove to Jet that he wanted him? Only him. How Jet wasn't in his way, Jet was his way. How Albert would choose Jet over Hilda, even if the woman showed up tomorrow. How Albert had waited to marry him for seventy years.

Maybe Jet wasn't enough for Albert or maybe he was, but right this second, right now the fact remained he was enough for his partner, enough to keep him going and keep him happy, enough to make the German want to seal their relationship with marriage, something Jet knew was a huge deal to Albert. For the German, there wasn't getting any more loyal or dedicated than that.

Jet kissed his partner intensely, threading their tongues together as Jet pulled him as tightly against him as he could, hand gripping the shoulder beneath it gently. When he finally pulled away, it was far enough that he could find those silver eyes. He needed Albert to understand what he meant.

"I do. I do know it. Sorry I'm thick sometimes."