—shit. He draws back fast, eyes searching, flaring bright in turn, a challenge Ren will already know well. Like he hasn't been trying not to think about that for months, since it came up that once. The look on Ren's face, Ren's words, have gone straight to his balls—

But there's something else, too; something he can't and won't deny. "This conversation is shit, isn't it?" he murmurs, dry-mouthed, holding Ren's gaze to reach between his legs. "Here, let me—"

Don't get him wrong. He wants it like fire, and everything that goes with it. It's just—not right.