His name has never sounded better than it sounds now. Unless, perhaps, back in Duplicity, but that time is so far away and seems so unimportant right this moment. He could kiss Luke again, that would be nice, but it's also nice to stay put right here and focus on Luke's face, on the sounds he makes, as he slowly thrusts until their hips are flush together.

A shiver travels across his skin, and he brushes his lips over Luke's skin as he shifts to nuzzle his neck. There's no need to pause for too long, he imagines, but he still takes a while to come back to himself a little, to enjoy the taste of Luke's skin against his tongue.