Accurate indeed. Vague it might be, but it was far from false - he wanted Iskandar any time he saw him. It might not always be like this, here in his lap with his most private of places being fondled, but he still wanted him. He had come to look forward to the other's booming laugh, the warm, rough touch of his hands and even that bull-headed attitude.

"Always?" he repeated with a heady laugh, grinding his full length against the large palm. Damn, but he loved how large Iskandar's hands were, seemingly able to engulf every part of him. "Even when I keep you up late in the night in barns?"