His eyes closed, his lips parted against the kiss, a low groan almost rumbling at the back of his throat as Wyatt leaned against him to take it, as Maximus arched his neck to return it - as firmly as he was able to muster.

God, but he had missed him. More than anything.

"As I love you, Wyatt," he rumbled breathlessly, before arching up to take another kiss. "Gods, but I do."