Anders says his name like a warning and Wolfe is sure he's gone too far. Good. He should go too far with that, he doesn't tell Anders enough how he feels about him, how he aches for him, how when he's not near Adalwolfe feels that he's missing a piece. Anders shoulder know how important he is. He almost says as much, but his love is pushing him back slowly and the threat of being dislodged is so great that he follows the direction without protest or further words.

He's glad he held back. Wolfe listens to Anders' words with a look so far gone it's conceivable he's gone drunk on the praise, still lazily tracing his fingers over every freckle but now without a real angle or much spark in it. He's again just touching to touch, though when Anders rolls his hips down against him he gasps too and bites his lower lip again, eyes dark and muscles quivering under Anders' hands.

"The only reason I'm the most important is because you allow me your heart. I just have the most important job of keeping it--" He swallows, a small sigh raking out of his throat at Anders' mouth moving across his clavicle. "--Safe."