The sun still continues its slow descent towards the horizon. Soon, turning on the kitchen lights will become a necessity if they want to continue working on dinner, but something about the softness of the light cast across Barnaby's features is too romantic for Kotetsu to let go. He can't help the smile that crosses his features when Barnaby mentions having a dream, a terrifying elation settling into his chest as he takes a breath and slides his hand further up the small of Barnaby's back, splaying broad fingers over the smooth curve of his spine.

"Somehow, it sounds kind of cool when you say it. Even if your dream is as lame as loving an old man," he snickers.

Pressing a palm flush against Barnaby's back, Kotetsu turns until he has Barnaby up against the kitchen counter, bracketed by his arms on either side. Quietly, Kotetsu surveys Barnaby, his eyes trailing after the smooth line of the younger man's neck, then lingering by the shadow cast along his collarbone. He leans in, chasing after the delicate skin with a brush of his lips, then the gentle scrape of teeth, as a thumb hesitantly sneaks under the elastic of Barnaby's boxers.

The nervousness fluttering in his stomach is tempered by impatience, fingers already mapping out the planes of Barnaby's muscle and committing them to memory.

"You're sure about this?" he murmurs, voice low and rough as he chases after the heat blooming over Barnaby's skin.