[Osiris wants to kiss Emmanuel so badly all of a sudden. So badly. That earnest look makes his heart feel like fruit hanging from a tree branch at the height of its ripeness, almost too heavy to bear and ready to fall and explode with sweetness at any moment. God, Osiris is dying to kiss him.

He's usually better at keeping a lid on this feeling until he's alone and free to let off some steam. So this is how it feels when the ache takes over without warning, huh...]

I fear you could just as easily turn any command you didn't like right back on me. Your own power is at least equal to mine.