He rustles back against the debris, pillowing an arm behind his head and watching Cullen taking off armor pieces with something close to desperation in his eyes. How long has it been? They certainly haven't been intimate since before the siege on Adamant. Maker, when was that?

Long enough that even the slightest of touches on his thighs makes him shiver, visibly trembling up through his spine. He shifts his legs, lazily hitching one over Cullen's shoulder, then tangling his fingers in his hair as he gets closer.

"You have no idea," he murmurs. Well, maybe he does. "It's so hard, watching you work all day. Being in that room with you, aching for you but knowing I can't..."

Garrett sucks in a breath. If he doesn't settle himself, this is going to be the fastest he's ever come by complete accident.