[there is pain, of course, that raw wound of the house in him, but it's more of a mild soreness right now compared to the flood of desire and neediness. he aches, but it's for affection and touch and closeness, for all the things joker is giving him. he wants more. there's a simmering heat growing stronger when their tongues tangle together, both lust and love intermingling.

fox lets out a low moan into joker's mouth and backs up against the closed door until his back hits it, pulling joker with him, coaxing their bodies closer together]