It's a high, too, getting someone off. Nearly as wonderful and getting off yourself. Jesus' arms wind around Tony's neck as they kiss, the water cooling, skin pickling and wrinkling, though it hardly matters. He's bolder now, more feirce with his mouth, carried away on the current.

"I can not stay," he tells Tony. There's barely enough of him to go around and his work is nearly finished now. Fingers curl around one of Tony's ears. "But I will never truly leave you, not if you keep me close."