He intended to ask if Alex was alright, if he was still too sore from what Richard had done before their escape, but it wasn’t necessary.  Andreas knew the man’s face well enough already, and though they hadn’t shared a lot of intimate encounters, without a word being shared he knew that it was pleasure Alex felt above anything.  He still couldn’t get too carried away, thanks to the bruises all over Alex’s body still healing, but it wasn’t an issue if he just handled him with that in mind.<br/><br/>“So beautiful,” he hummed against parted lips before claiming a slow kiss.  Andreas held where he was for a few moments, allowing Alex that little space of time to acclimate, but he’d already waited so long and didn’t have the patience to hold back.  He had to move.  He had to<i>feel</i>Alex.<br/><br/>The pace he set was still on the slow side, but there was strength behind each thrust that hinted at how desperate he really was.  What they’d done the night before had helped, but it wasn’t the same as sex.  Glorified masturbation couldn’t compare to the real thing.  He’d been good, hadn’t he?  Waiting this long?<br/><br/>“I wanted you the moment I saw you,” he admitted as his fingers curled through Alex’s hair.  He tugged on the fistful of blond strands and gave a harder thrust, testing.