He’d never be tired of seeing Ben grin, not until the end of the world. And while this situation was nothing new, upon occasion Ari still couldn’t believe his luck, that here they were and that gleam in Ben’s eyes was for him alone.

And there was no one who could make his insides flip quite so easily - or quite so pleasurably - but Ben could do it in just a few words... or possibly even that husky tone of voice. Something to test, perhaps. “Oh no,” Ari said teasingly, shaking his head in a little test of his own, as if it were a real shame the horses were all stabled for the night, as if Ben had gotten the utterly wrong end of the stick - “and here I only came to suggest we go riding!” His mock dismay dissipated a little too fast to sell it, Ari admitted, pushing Ben through into the tack room. With his foot, he nudged the door closed after them - or meant to, at least, although if it were still slightly ajar it wasn’t likely to matter, if everyone had long since gone home. (The horses probably weren’t prominent contributors to the local gossip mill.)

Without any reservation, then, he slid his hands to Ben’s shoulders and leant in keenly to kiss him.

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