Solomon, who intertwines his fingers with yours, who looks down at you with such warmth and joy. Who softly whispers in between stuttered breaths, and clenched teeth how he wants to spend an eternity with you like this.

"Would you let me?" You don't know what he's asking, the question is sudden and confusing in between the heat of his hands in yours. All words are beginning to lose their meaning as your bodies rock against one another, hips meeting in desperation. "Ah sorry, I lost my train of thought- would you let me love you for an eternity?"

It's such a stark contrast from moments before, where he had been murmuring filthy promises in your ear while peeling away your clothes. Thoughts are so complex when his cock slips in and out of you so nicely, but still you manage. "I would." His breath hitches, his grip between your fingers tightens.