It works best if K doesn't think about things too much, which is a hard sell - he's always thinking, always wondering, and he will again when he's alone or the only one awake. But that's not now, and he's all too happy to focus on what is now.

He shifts to help slide his pants down off his hips, backs of his knuckles brushing along Jesus's jaw, and in a voice so low it's more vibration in his chest than anything he says, reverently, "You're beautiful," between kisses along his skin.