Aarne was beyond content, so used to people who fucked and left, usually. The arms around him felt like heaven.

"Can I keep you naked with me naked all the time?" Aarne smiled sleepily at the Brit. He didn't feel love quite yet but he felt safe. Safety was something he rarely felt with a lover but here, with Joe, he felt it and his eyes drifted slowly shut. He shifted, folding his long legs up to be almost completely in Joe's lap, clinging to him; as much to the lover as feeling that nothing would hurt him here.