[He sees the flushing in Chante's skin as he kisses down his chest and can't help but realize how beautiful his husband is. He knows it - tells him all the time - but every time it strikes him he can't help but have his breath taken away a little bit. Still, there's a task at hand right now, and he fully intends on completing it. His mouth trails lower still, kissing at Chante's chest, over his nipples.

He stops momentarily - oh, God, Chante's hand is traveling dangerously low - and his breath hitches before he resumes his kissing, trying to shower Chante with love. He feels his husband's hand pressing up against him bare, though, and he lets out an elated little moan, his eyes fluttering closed. He presses up into Chante's hand. This is okay, he's doing okay - no, this is great.