The feel of Lane's gentle touches made him moan, and the hand moving to his neck just made him... settle. He stilled a moment, then snuggled into Lane, skin against skin, cheek against his chest, watching his hand stroke up Lane's throat and jaw, thumb rubbing lightly over his lips, until his eyes met Lane's, bright and happy and - yeah - content was the word. A small smile formed on his lips; then he lowered his head and began to mouth again at those pert, pink nipples.