Tuck huffed out a laugh, his own face, inches from Will's. "Art's been very helpful," he said, grinning. The fight had been so good, getting his blood pumping and his reflexes sharp. They definitely had to do this more often.
But now he was so close to Will, skin against skin, and they were both breathing hard, warm from exertion. "You are gorgeous while you're sparring. You're gorgeous all the time." He was still pinning Will, and he grinned cheekily, almost daring Will to flip him with just his expression.