Everywhere their bare skin touched, Dylan felt warm, pleasant little tingles dancing just under the surface. Every trail his thoughts tried to take away from Henri just ended up looping back and focusing on just how wonderful the divine creature that held him was. "You're-" He began with a sweet smile, but there was a block on some word he couldn't remember, "-perfect." He concluded, and slipped into Henri's lap, straddling him. "What would you like?" He asked, voice husky, a hundred possibilities in his mind and, hell, there was time for anything Henri wanted him to do. He kissed Henri's neck. "God. Wonderful- Drug."