Albert's mouth suddenly off of him is both torture and a relief, the sensation was fantastic, but any more of it and their night would have ended early.

But then Albert's mouth is doing something else: spilling words Jet knew, could feel in every gaze of silver eyes and brush of firm fingers, but still managed to take the blond's breath for a beat or two. "I love you too." It came out breathy and ended with hitched breath as those firm fingers slipped inside him, but he responded with his arms wrapping around his partner as well.

They held the German close, both needy in how tight they were around broad shoulders as well as possessive and protective in how they did their best to encase the older man. Albert was his, he was Jet's tether and his motivation, he was the blond's protector and the reason he'd get past the horrors of the arena and keep his head held high. He was the first thing Jet wanted to see when he opened his eyes and the last when he closed them. He was Jet's everything and the younger man willed that fact to travel through his touch and breathy kisses even as the same message came through to him in the touch of skin on skin.