"Sommat like that, mayhap." Bert returned the kiss, allowing his hand to move to the fastenings of Kurt's jeans. He spoke between kisses, never able to stay quiet, even at bedroom play.

"There's cultures that brought sex and worship together. Sowing and Spring Rites and Reaping, back in my world, they all used to be about sex." His deft fingers opened the button of Kurt's jeans. "Back in the old days, when it was all bonfires and oiled, naked bodies writhing under a swollen moon."