Burr seems now to be everything Alexander has ever wanted. Would that they were already alone, that he were already so deep inside that Burr would feel him forever...

He bites at Burr's throat, lighter than he wants to. Pulling back is physically painful, makes him ache like a fever. "I'll find supplies," he promises, hoping that it won't be a promise he breaks. "Go to the cabin, I'll be there soon. Can you make it there?" Tender, but though he is protective of his husband, Burr has taught him enough to know better than to smother. To assume.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs, wants to nuzzle against him. "You get more beautiful all the time."