Icarus was in heaven. Absolutely in heaven, already, and why hadn't he figured out before that this was what College had meant? He'd hoped, maybe, thought about it in half thoughts and muted wants, but this was just perfection and he was lost in it. Adonis kept complimenting him, talking to him, touching him, and College did too, and his brain had already short circuited past the part that told him this might not be the best idea. Because nothing this good had ever happened to him before.
'Can I touch you?' he asked in Greek, groaning as Adonis sucked at his neck but reverent, still, like he needed persmission to touch something so perfect. And before Adonis could even answer College's hands were there, and he looked down in time to see College, and his mouth, and oh god that was beautiful.