He burrows close, hand between them so he can feel their heartbeats together. He doesn't move away or shift as he's held. Why would he? He's comfortable and loved and happy. Sure, they need to clean up, but they have time. They have so much time.

Nate's words get a chuckle and a kiss to the side of his neck.

"Mm. I am, aren't I." That's one thing he's never doubted about himself, his abilities in bed. "But so are you, love." A second kiss follows the second, this one in the hollow of Nate's throat. "I'll never tire of how you start fucking me harder when I'm nearly there, just to join me, or the way you hold me, or kiss me, or so many other things." He can be very happy just sleeping with this man for the rest of his life.

"I love you."