The cheek under Astre's fingers nudges in against the palm, silently enjoying the touch and affection and asking for a little more. Those touches have always melted him, always soothed him when little else would. He doesn't need it now, but that it isn't needed makes this so much more precious to him.

"That all sounds lovely, my lord. I'd like to start with a nice massage across your shoulders, but I don't think I could bear to be away from your face just yet." A soft, loving kiss to the teen's nose. "I love you so."