The soft touches and the simple kiss to his forehead meant so much to Emrys. They told him that he was still loved by his master, though his mind still had its doubts. Doubts that wouldn't go away overnight. But for now he was content to push them to the back of his mind and just enjoy the feel of Mirs body against his. His master was always so warm and the boy had missed the heat that radiated off of him as they slept.
"Better." he agreed softly right before he felt the werewolf's mouth on his. A small whimper escaped him as he returned the kiss feeling almost desperate, as if he were afraid that the other would disappear. His hands reached up to cup the blondes face, pulling him closer.