He propped himself up to gaze at Horatio over Archie's body. His lips curled in a slight smirk. He recognized that sound, that look on his face. Good Lord, he was beautiful. He glanced down at Archie, studying him for a moment, before returning his attention to Horatio. "If you'll excuse me, Mr. Kennedy," he said, his voice low and rough.
He climbed out of the bed and circled to the other side. He leaned down over Horatio, kissing him ravenously.