How could he not? Catch him, raise him up higher, and catch him again, until they were both lighter than the thoughts that filled Alec's head all the time, well, not the heavy ones. The others.

But he hoped he was chasing most thoughts out, right now, Richard did, as he kissed more and moved his hips back and forth, and up and down, over Alec's shaft, his own erection sliding close over the flat stomach. Fast, and deep, his hands planted on each side of Alec's head and his eyes trying to flutter closed... but he kept them on Alec's. On Alec's eyes, on Alec's face, on the generous lips that he both wanted and feared to bruise kissing.

"Both... ways," he gasped. "Around and... around."

Giving everything of himself, to get everything. That was how it had to be, with Richard. And Alec stayed for nothing less.