Tuck's knots showed the skill of someone well used to doing this, even if it had been a while. He secured Will to the bedhead, and then he ghosted his fingers over Will's arms, lightly, tracing the curve of Will's muscles slowly towards his shoulders. "Well this will be one hell of an act of contrition then," Tuck grinned.
He moved then, swinging his leg over Will, so he was straddling Will's hips. Then he started slowly unbuttoning his own shirt while holding Will's gaze. His own reveal was probably going to be less sexy, considering the bruises still marring much of his chest, but at least they were clearly healing down, and no longer the deep, angry reds and purples they had once been.