Llewellyn would have liked to think so, if the man in question actually still wanted him in that way. He’d made a mess of that, hours before being grabbed from his world and thrust into this one after all.

He smiles into the kiss, the pleasant sound of Rhy’s low laugh somehow encouraging. He doesn’t know what he’d done to prompt it but... Llewellyn doesn’t really want to stop and ask. For now, he leans into Rhy, a little away from the wall and the kiss turns a little more exploratory, a hand rising to tangle in the hair at the base of Rhy’s neck.