Tastes like Sugar (слэш)

“Need,” Lukas gasps.
Philip loves reducing him to this. “What do you need?” Philip asks, pressing a quick kiss to Lukas’s lax lips.
“You,” Lukas breathes. “Fuck, I—God, you feel—”
Philip smiles and Lukas laughs, a flood of color rushing into his face. Philip kisses Lukas’s cheek, feels Lukas lean in to him. It’s sweet, tender, and for a moment it’s like everything is normal. Like this is them, every day, in a relationship. Safe and content. Philip kisses his cheek again and tries to chase that feeling.
Lukas sighs and it sounds so wistful. “How do we do this?” he whispers, like he’s in class or in church, and a ripple runs through Philip’s body. Every position in the history of time flashes through his brain and he eliminates most of them, considering Lukas’s current situation. He’s gonna ride him. That’s how this will be best, this first time.
First time.
(my envisioning of the remainder of the motel scene in episode ten)