The blush that creeps into his cheeks when Kyle stretches his arms out could rival the color of the Redvines stashed under their bed. And yet somehow he doesn't look the least bit shy. More like chagrin and enthralled at once by the sight of Kyle's long reach sprawling him out like a picnic blanket.

He hyuks uncontrollably when Kyle laughs at him. He can't even think of a time he was rendered so speechless, let alone so happy to be so.

And only when that rush of ideas and images comes to Kyle's head again does he even remember that they discovered this once before. Something happens when those tattoos are touched.

Wild eyed and excited at the prospect he blindly gropes for Kyle's ass until he's bestowed with visions inspired by that Ω.