"My...." anything he was going to say is cut off by a moan as his palm is locked. The words are coming as gasps. "My lover... my prince... you.. you're the one t...that owns my heart."

He's getting so aroused it's hard to think in words or even emotions or images. He's feeling scattered but he hesitantly adds. "My commander? ....." and then quietly in his mind. "My husband.. someday?"

Words slip away for a moment and he can only stare up lovingly at the man pinning him to the floor. His weight feels perfect. How thier bodies and emotions fit together is perfect.

"Please... I need you." How he decided didn't matter. Ziggy just needed more, needs the rush of the passion rising between them. He pulls harder on the hair in his hand, pressing his lover's face toward his neck and chest. His whole being is tugging at Hiroki with love and wantin sexual desire.