Altar of Twilight valacirca

The spontaneity of running of with a guy he only sort of knew sounded pretty romantic to Aesop, and if their age difference wasn't so great, maybe he would have encouraged it. But Alastor was far younger, half Aesop's age by the look of him. He was an adult, he could make his own choices, but Aesop didn't want to play the role of temptor. What Alastor wanted to do was a noble thing, and he was being smart about what would come after. Stupid, smart, beautiful Alastor.

Aesop laughed, not unkindly, as Alastor realized where they were. Course they have been. The Alpha is a kid I knew back at the Bay, he explained. He left out the bit where he'd almost been chased off, and also the part where he'd been working his ass off to try to prove that accepting him hadn't been a mistake. 

Suddenly feeling quite daring, Aesop closed whatever gap there was between them to nuzzle into Alastor's neck. It was a little forward, but damn did it feel good. Missed you too, Alastor. And I'm holding you to that. I best be seeing you soon. Oh yes, this was very nice.