This is the kind of moment that played over and over in Dorian's dreams while they were apart. Even interspersed with nightmares, the heart-wrenching glimpse into what was had been a beautiful poison he'd sipped desperately, waking afterwards to fresh heartbreak and what had been a chance to snatch back a tiny, perfect scrap of the man his heart ached for. Every single time hurt more than anything, but the deprivation of that year only makes having Toby back in his arms like this so much sweeter.

Heightened senses only means that every ounce of passion they pour into each other burns that much more brightly. He can't help the appreciative shiver that passes through him as Toby grips at his face, and then tells him he loves him. Yes, this is exactly what he's been needing these past few months to fully take back everything that terror and suffering had stolen from him.

"I love you, too." An unexpected upswing in the emotion that floods in along with those words means that he's gripping Toby a bit harder, and searching out his lips again for another breathless kiss. "I won't let you go again." Not even if, in some freak turn of fate, the man decided he wanted to die again. He needs this in his life, they need this, and to keep it he'll take out anyone suicidal enough to try and get between them again.

Dorian's eyes slide shut as he grips at his soulmate and rocks his hips against the other man's, arousal climbing to an almost unbearable peak at even this amount of closeness. The motion earns another shiver, before he lays back just enough to wrap an arm around Toby's neck so he can find his gaze again.

"Like this," he says, drawing Toby in flush against him, and to press down along the length of his body in every way he can manage. "Don't prepare me; We're only going to lose your warmth."