Luke's breath catches as Cal manhandles him to where he wants, hands coming to his shoulders and then his face, cradling his head as they press close. Brow to brow and then-

"Cal."

Plea. Entreaty. Statement. He just needs to say his name, even if it's breathless. He doesn't try to kiss him again, just lets his own eyes close and focuses on how it feels, physically and through their bond.