[His brain is short-circuiting a bit, too, as he's... very, very aware of how he's holding him with each step he's taking. Wow. Time to not think about any particular contexts in which he's imagined holding you like this. Anyway.]
Ah-- good. [He doesn't say anything else, not trusting his voice, and carries him into his room. He hesitates for just a moment once he's at his bed, not wanting to let go of him-- but does eventually have to relent, laying him down gently on his bed, keeping one hand on his chest-- light, but keeping him lying flat.] No running away.