While he's counted being in Italy at all as finding a freedom he hasn't had, this is something entirely different. This is being who he wants to be and having what he wants, and it feels like chains that have been wrapped around him for too long are suddenly breaking and falling away.

Arching up against Felix even as his shoulders press to the wall, his mouth ravenous on the other man's. Showing how needful he is, hands roaming over a strong, lean body and already tugging on his shirt, just to feel warm skin against his hands.

"Please," he murmurs between kisses. "Take me anywhere. Anyway you want."

He doesn't care how desperate he sounds, just as long as he has more.