[It's easy to get lost in the feelings, and he only catches the words because they're murmured against his lips. He wants to show Ethan exactly how much he wants him- needs him- and he can't do that with all these clothes in the way. He lifts Ethan's shirt over his head, pulling away to allow room for the motion, before grabbing Ethan's hips and steering him to the bed. He kicks his shoes off along the way, and once he's pushed the other man back onto his bed he tugs his own shirt off.

It's frantic, and nothing is affecting them this time. Not powder, or monster transformations. It's just them, it's just Ethan doing this to him. He's already starting to press against his jeans when he moves to climb on top of him and between his legs, kissing him deep again while grinding down on him.]