( The sheer unadulterated fondness that runs through him at that is like stepping into a warm bath. Maybe that shouldn't be the first emotion he feels after something meant to be a come-on, maybe it ought to be a different kind of flushing heat first, but... something about it. Just something about the way he says it, Ian's first impulse is damn, I love you.

Which is to say, the heat still hits, it's just second. )

That is... so uncouth.

( He agrees, smiling into Nate's throat. It takes effort to school that down enough to press his lips to it. )

Fortunately that's a really attractive trait on you, you pull it off. It compliments your shoulders.