Okay, forever. With a party once in a while. [ He would go to them alone, but it's more time he wants to share with Rune. The longer they can spend together, the longer time will feel.

He cups his palm around Rune. He makes a soft sound with each kiss, easing into a quiet hum as he slips his fingers under fabric to touch him skin to skin. This sort of physical connection is how they'd started. They're more deeply intertwined now, an escalation that had been spurred by necessity, and He Ming has to think for a few seconds before he comes up with a vacation idea. ]

Let's go somewhere away from the city. [ Stroking him slowly with his fingers, He Ming wriggles on the bed to mold to his side, a leg hooking over Rune's for extra connection. He can imagine it now—a place quiet and surrounded by trees, but not that house they'd escaped to before. ] You can work on your magic there. And I'll distract you from your work, like this.