At the encouragement, Weiler gave a small, helpless sound, his forehead dropping onto Locke's shoulder as he finally fell over that peak and seized up, the hand clamped around Locke's side tightening as he came. He hadn't lasted much longer after Locke, but by the time he opened his eyes again it felt like a good, long while had passed.

Dragging a kiss across his back, Weiler rolled onto his side beside Locke, one hand still caressing the small of his back. He tucked in close to the man's side, kissing the side of his neck and the top of his nearest shoulder, smiling all the while.

"How do you feel?" he asked, moving his fingers up to to thread into Locke's hair.