In truth, the little fox never had the chance to rethink his choices.
Not when every part of his being was too thoroughly occupied—by sensation, by anticipation, and most of all, by him.
Yes, he was far too consumed by his husband to even remember the concept of breathing.
The first touch was riveting.
And most definitely unexpected.
It came just after Luca, fumbling with unfamiliar insistence over Xavier's clothing, finally managed to undo the last barrier. His hands had lingered for a second longer than they should have, trying to steady himself more than anything. But when he peeled the fabric back and saw what it had been guarding, all thoughts, all caution, vanished.
He could have reevaluated his life choices then and there.
But even if he did, it wouldn't have taken longer than when he decided to look for the monster under the sea.
Because just as his heart had beat recklessly for any form of earning, now his body yearned—deeply, instinctively—for this.
For Xavier.
