[Joshua truly is a gift from Greagor herself. Dion can tell that stopping was a difficult feat. He knows it, because even now he wants to chase after Joshua's mouth and say to hell with every sentiment about taking it slow. Instead, he sighs and nods — wordless for now as both arms shift. He pulls his partner into an embrace, nestling into his hair as his body tries to both cool itself and slow down.

It doesn't take terribly long before he lets out a deep sigh, then eases back once more.]

You are correct. And I thank you for pointing it out.

[Even now, his cheeks are flushed, and his breath still comes that slightest bit quicker. His smile, though, is as gentle as ever.]

I hope you will forgive my zeal. I could not think of a better way to thank you.