[The time when fucking Ariel seemed wrong to him was so long ago, another lifetime, another world. He presses his palm to Ariel's heart, shivering to feel it race beneath his hands and the thin shirt. He curls his fingers, gathering cloth, and uses that to tug Ariel forward. His other hand sliding down Ariel's thigh until his fingers brush over exposed flesh.]

Good. Tell me what you dream, when you wake up hard and wanting.