Later, he might think to himself it had been odd for Felix to allow him to display such affection in public. It was not that public displays had not happened between them, but they were not these soft things, these tender things reserved for their room.

Ashura looked down at him through dark lashes, and if one looked closely now, one might see that his eyes were lightly rimmed with gold too. Fingers flowed from his hair and down along his jaw, caressing. "Surely you know?" he inquired. "There has always been but one position for you."