Grey [Snowpiercer]

That is most welcome on Grey's part, too, as he returns kisses both light and deep. And when he does finally urge Rat to shore it is to lie on soft grass and he rolls to face the other boy. No water to hide them now; he has, now, nothing to hide: his dusky skin, the scars and words, the temporary limpness between his legs. He reaches for Rat again, not willing to give up touch.