He felt an equal urgency that had him unable to tear himself away, though he knew he must. He kissed Fin again and again, lunging in for one after another while his deft fingers made fast work of Fin's fly.

"Out of them," he demanded, getting to work on his own. His eyes were stormy and he didn't look away for even a moment. He'd never seen anyone so desirable. So beautiful. Willy was nearly overcome with the realization that Fin was his to love.