[He does turn his gaze back to Taryon's face, not being so inappropriate enough to keep staring at a man's erection, and he laughs as the man tries to reassure him that he isn't, what's the word, objectifying him. Taryon releases his hand, but he immediately snatches it back into his hold, holding it to his chest as he leans back in, close enough their lips just about touch.]

I know I don't, darling. Don't overthink it. [A small, soft kiss.] I long for you. And if you feel ready to, I'll have you. You'll have me.