Luke folds down into Cal's lap, straddling him so he can keep kissing him, talking, doing all the things that reestablish who they are together.

He leans back just to pull off his gloves, hands brushing over Cal's face and jaw. "You're all prickly," he murmurs fondly. Then he slides himself closer, chest to chest and tipping Cal's head back to kiss him slower and deeper than before.