He pressed his lips to his lover's brow and left behind a crown of kisses. "You won't be allowed out of my bed until I say so," Ben promised. He could imagine the nightmares that Armitage would suffer after this. Even if it hadn't been the real version of his dead father, the threat alone was damaging enough. It would be a long time before he could erase that face from his mind. Ben knew he still had flashes of his father's face, stained red from the glow of his Sith lightsaber, coming in the late hours to remind him of his past.
His room wasn't far, thankfully. They'd nearly been to it when they'd been pounced on. "I'll miss our quickie in the closet though." Ben looped one arm protectively across Armitage and put them back on the way to his room, nuzzling his cheek down into Tage's. He'd do anything to try and distract his boyfriend tonight. It wasn't the ending to the night that he thought it would be but any night with Armitage was one he'd take and cherish.