Theo closed his eyes, leaning his forehead against Alias's. The guilt of his lie flickered again—how could he keep secrets from someone who gave himself over so purely?—but the physical need was screaming.
"I'm fine," Theo lied again, though his voice was strained. "I just wanted to show you first."
Alias frowned slightly, his silver eyes clearing. He didn't know the mechanics, but he knew the heat now that he had experienced it. He moved his hand, hesitantly reaching toward the waistband of Theo's trousers, and Theo flinched.
"Don't do that," Theo said. "It's—" dirty.
Unlike Alias's clean and pristine body, he was something else. He did not want to stain Alias's hand.
"But you said it's about being together. Let me… let me see your heat, too. I will help you."
Theo looked at that innocent conviction. Did he even know what he was up against? Unlike Alias's lean and pale dick, his was… muscular, veiny, dark, and… it might scare him.
