[Albus' eyes slip closed as Elias noses against his neck, his lips warm and lovely on his throat. He lets out a soft exhale, tilting his head against the other man's, his hands reaching forward to slide onto Elias' sides.

It's a brief moment of touch before he's restrained. His palms run over Elias' waist and up his back, tracing the lines of him before he loses the chance.]

I'm not refusing. Not in the slightest.