Syn could see all those things nearly play out on the other man's face and he wanted to protest it, to remind him to think about how good it was while it lasted, if it didn't last beyond just now, but it was too soon. These wounds were too fresh. And saying such things as that would do no good, only cause upset and perhaps a bit of disdain for the one who'd said them. So he bit his tongue. Will would come to those terms himself eventually perhaps. Syn only hoped he was still around when it happened.
A pleased smile graced the other man's lips as he then nuzzled into that affectionate hand. He prided himself on being quite malleable, so he was easily pulled and pushed and formed into whatever shape the other man desired of him. Swinging one knee over the other man's lap in the process, he came to rest astride him, his chest pressed to Will's own as arms slid around the other man's waist. It was more than a simple hug, more like he was made of soft clay and had been draped over him. The rate of his breath fell quickly into a quiet pace with Will's own as long arms then slid up to crook beneath Will's own, allowing his fingers to slide up into the short strands of hair at the nape of his neck. Silence slowly filtered into the room.
Syn was not aware of how much time had passed before he finally decided to speak, to ask the question that had been plaguing him since he'd come to know that the angel was here. "Have you forgiven me?" He had never in all his years of playing the role of a pet, a plaything, a submissive, overstepped his boundaries save for once, and that was with Will Grey. It was one of the last times they'd played together, and things had been awkward between them the few times since. It was a moment of desperation, of need, of sheer selfish want that had driven his actions that night. He knew the other man had boundaries, things he did not do. Kissing was a big one. They had never spoken about the night that Syn had tried to kiss him and Will had shoved him away, as angry as he had ever seen him. And Syn couldn't help but wonder whether or not that anger had truly faded. They had never talked about it, and it was past time to do so.