Quatre smiled softly as Maraich practically sunk down on top of him, feeling the warmth of the other man's body against his. He shivered at the hands stoking his side, bringing his own hand up to stroke Maraich's hair. His fingers tangled briefly in those soft locks before sliding down to brush his shoulder.

He closed his eyes, nuzzling up against Maraich, snug between Maraich's warm body and the plush bed. He had almost forgotten that Bancoran was there.

Almost.