"Time enough for this, I should hope." He replied to that question, but then Charles' lips were against his palm and that was enough to dissolve any further words, just swallowing hard and reflexive. He'd forgotten -or maybe hadn't known- just how sensitive hands could actually be.

Then Charles was kissing him again and something in him unwound, just relaxing into it, the hand at Charles' cheek sliding around to scratch gently at the nape of his neck, hesitating only briefly before sliding up into his hair, scratching gently against his scalp in turn, reveling in the feeling of those curls against his fingers.