He massaged Engel’s head at the base of his hairline, his mouth tugging back into a gentle smile.
“Mmmy precious…” He rasped softly, warm breath tickling Ples’ lips. Engel leaned into the hand working at the back of his neck, cooing sweetly.
Ples almost laughed.
You and your silly little names…
It must be an intuitive thing. He pulled Engel up under his chin. He was so at peace he could have fallen asleep, if not for his damned mainspring.