Greg looked down at the hand clinging to him, and he raised his own hand up, bringing Theo's to his mouth. He gently kissed the back of it and then adjusting the grip, Greg took the hand into his own and turned it over. He kissed Theo's inner wrist, brushing his nose there, a flash of contentment stealing over Greg at the familiar smell and touch. He held Theo's arm and kissed the inside of it, and then pulled back, and bent down to kiss Theo's mouth again gently.
"We won't move anything, pet," he said, shifting his position to lay down at Theo's side again. He pulled Theo to him, cradling him with his strong arms and legs and he murmured soft noises and kissed Theo's brow again.
"Oh Theo, love, I need you so badly but what can I do?" he said, feeling a bit of hopelessness creep into his tone. He gave a small sigh again, lying on the bed and letting his hands move in a rhythmic stroking, kissing Theo's face tenderly still.