[That groan is powerfully intoxicating--the way it pushes itself up out of the clergyman's throat, all the reservations in the world not enough to stifle the pleasure in the sound. Glacius huffs out a more heated snarl just then, his hands tightening slightly as he just barely reigns in his desire to bury his face against Carlisle's abdomen and kiss more adamantly--making good on his promise not to actually scratch his partner. Instead he casts a look up, his green eyes intent, the glow of them seeming lit by passion.] Here's a funny notion--I can't think of a single thing that I've wanted for my life as it is in this cave. Granted I want my friends to be safe and protected--that's a want for all of you, not for myself. Everything else... I've more or less just been existing until I can somehow let us all escape. But now, I do find myself desiring something... I want this. I want you, Carlisle.

[Despite himself his hands slip up, slightly, his bare fingertips just barely slipping underneath the waistband of the clergyman's pants so that he can roll his thumbs directly over his partner's hips. Though at this point he could gladly let his hands inward, he doesn't, but rather lingers here--certainly not one to go any further with such intimate contact without consent.] Not some other person that you could have been, were things different at some point in your life; not some perfectly-trimmed version of yourself that you might see where you magically cut away your flaws or your trepidations. You. I want to be here for you when you are at your lowest, and I want to celebrate with you when you are feeling your best--I want to help you feel your best, if I am allowed.