Temp stares down into Cillian Quinn's eyes, his own dark brown hazy with exhaustion and contentment. He hopes that Gavin can see in his eyes how he feels about him. All the care and desires he has for the other to be happy.

Temp knows. But somehow the confirmation gets him right in the chest. A small hitch in his breath. His own issues, of never being enough, felt so insignificant. Because to Gavin, in this, he had been more. More in a way no one else had ever been for the other.

"No one could ever make me as happy as you do, Cill." The praise comes easy. It would work out well for both of them. "I wish everyone could see what I see in you. Then the whole world would be just as wrapped around your finger."

It's hard to accept the love in return. The praise makes his cheeks heat. He wants to turn away from it and deny it. It's Cillian Quinn that has him stop. Not just with his kisses. Gavin was baring a piece of himself for Temp and Temp alone. The least he could do was accept the terrifying ordeal of being worth something in return.

"If I knew someone else got to see you like this, even by accident, I would tear their head off." Confirmed with a kiss. Some would find that stiffling. He knows that Gavin doesn't. That his husband doesn't shy away from the draconic hoarding of his love is a blessing.

"I love you." Cause what more could he say? And still those three words didn't even come close. A light squeeze of the other and Temp is gently untangling himself. Trying to stand.

"Let's go take a bath." A soak would be good for both of them.

Temp hesitates, just a moment, then he gives a grunt of resolve. Arms shoved under Gavin; to haul him up. Carry him over the threshold. There was still an ache, a new burn of strain from his muscles, but Temp had been working so hard to recover.

"Yup. I added some stuff to help the soreness, too." Bonus was it would smell nice. The only bad part for Cillian Quinn is that it was Epsom salt. At least that would also help with the bite marks.

"I'm going to order us dinner from that Galarian place. What do you want?" Now that Gavin had been toppled, it was time to build him back up. Clean him up, get him full of good food. Wrap him in soft things and get him in bed.

There would be time, later, for more anger. For both of them to work the ramifications of the meeting out both together and alone. But for now, for this one evening, Temp would do his best to seperate Gavin Merlino, wanted terrorist and Rocker Underboss, from his responsibilities. That way Cillian Quinn, his loving husband and soulmate, could get a small breath of relaxation even if brief.