The contact made his fingers twitch. He was right... Gojyo was so warm. He always was. Right then, he wanted nothing more than to wrap that warmth around him and bask in it, all along, for as long as he could manage. It almost surpassed want and headed straight to need, not that he would admit such a thing.

He didn't need. He didn't.

Without thought, he let his fingers slide along Gojyo's warm forearm before he stilled them, fingertips pressing against his pulse.

"... what do you want?"