"Oh--"

That's Kit's intelligent response when Vandelin takes hold of him, fingers reflexively tightening in his hair before he remembers himself and loosens them. He can't stop the subtle shift forward his hips make--and why should he? This is what they both want.

He shrugs his shirt from his broad shoulders and abandons it to fall to the floor. His hand, now free, shifts to his lover's cheek to trace his high cheek bones, follow his jaw, stroke across his lower lip. "I'm crap with words, salroka," he manages with a breathless smile, a winded laugh that catches on a soft moan. Oh. "I just wanted to hold you--"

Well. Maybe a little more than just hold.