The feelings conveyed through the synchrony are read loud and clear, a uniqueness to it that gives their actions a whole new level of intimacy, as if their very souls are intertwining along with their bodies. The feeling is so very warm and a mirror of his own, the consolidation of affections and love he came to realise he had, which had nothing to do but intensify to an almost obsessive degree over the passing of time.

His own breath hitches as their hips rock together again and combined with the Synchrony it is suddenly not enough, all he wants to do is have every inch of them flush together, to let hands roam and mouth wander for however long-- a reminder that this is all very much real.

"Hold tight."

A quick warning as he loops his arms around his friend's hips, shuffling forward before lifting them both from the sofa. There's somewhere much more comfortable with a lot more space to continue this, so after making sure he has a steady enough grip he makes use of his strength, moving them back over to their bedroom and back onto their bed.