It’s the giving up, the way he gives himself up to Kurt, the slackness of his muscles saying do it. Make me do it. So Kurt does.

“You really are good at that,” Dylan says, echoing his thoughts. “Good at what, exactly?” Chris says, lifting one finger to his mouth and licking it, which makes Dylan’s eyelashes flutter. “All of it,” Dylan sighs. “All of it. All the parts.”