"No sorries," Greg said, starting to feel better himself. The responsive kissing that Theo gave him raised his hopes; the words Theo gave him sealed his resolve to go slow and keep his faith in this frail man, "You don't ever have to say that you are sorry, Theo. None of this is your fault. I'm the git who keeps trying to rush you into something you can't do yet. I love you so much. I only want to be able to show you, to fu..to make love to you."
Greg's hands were pulling Theo to him, holding him with a strong passion, and he kissed Theo's mouth again, murmuring, "You my rock. You keep me secure. You are a feather in my arms. You are my everything Theo."