"Mmm, it sure does," Damien agreed, kissing him repeatedly, hard and passionate. Once they pulled away, he smiled. "Mm. I do have some not-bad thoughts now and then," he said, now pulling off Aedan's shirt and leading him by the hand over to a bed and laying with him on it. His hands running up his legs, under the kilt and - ohh! Regimental, as usual. He grinned as his hand began to stroke him inside the kilt, slowly at first.