Another warm, wet kiss to Bae's wrist and then Yohan releases his hold of it. One slides down the young man's spin to rest on one hip and the other traced the lines of his face. Quickly cooling fingers followed the curve of Bae's cheek, the slope of his jaw, eyes following with awe. So often when he looked at Bae, it was like seeing a human for the first time. Not a chess piece, not an asset, an actual person. And Bae is the only one he saw that way.

"You are my anchor, Bae. You allow me a space to be human."