Alec's fingers were slippery-cool with the feeling of the oil as he pressed between Richard's legs, as he let himself massage more than seek out, because for all the need in every nerve, Alec couldn't bear to rush this.

"That's not really an answer." Because there are always limits, and even if Alec doesn't know them, even if his own might kick in well before Richard's do, because he knows he's not the only one who has them.

Then again, it's hard to object too strenuously when Richard has him like this, so very controlled and self-assured even though Alec's sprawled out half on top of him, graceless and gangly.