[he's trying to be relatively respectful about it, even with the hunger still remaining in his gaze. that shifts a little, cheeks turning just a little deeper pink, when their gazes meet for a moment. some part of him, perhaps, is still worried that this is some kind of dream, despite the mountain of evidence otherwise.

it's just... so much he's wanted for so long, and he'd never thought he'd become attached to someone else like this. definitely not after such a short time.

Basch slides into the bed and offers him space, and the priest finds himself overwhelmed by the gravity of it. to be accepted, held, unjudged for his needs and wants... it makes him feel even more shy as he nestles in close again, hand sliding over the other man's hip. he's so warm... perfectly real. this is real.]

Ah—really? I guess I can understand that... I'm still not used to it, but it's something I've thought about a lot. [a chuckle, as he lets his fingers drift over his side.] I'm glad you do too... but...

[it might be inevitable that he'd misunderstand it—despite his own efforts at controlling his arousal, he hadn't thought Basch would think they did have to stop.]

... do you just want to stay like this? [his tone is faintly unsure, slightly disappointed. of course he's not upset about just cuddling—but he's been thinking about it for a while while Basch was gone.]