“It’s so good to see you,” Dex breathed. Seth glanced at his lover’s face, then startled. The new prosthetic was compact, not a device strapped across the doctor’s head, but inserted into the eye socket itself. The ocular replacement was a gunmetal gray cornea with an iris the exact blue of aether lights.
“It’s good to be seen,” Seth responded. He cupped Dex’s cheek with one hand, drinking in the sight of his beloved, inhaling the scent of his shaving soap, the rich odor of his skin and sweat. “I’ve missed you.”
“Of course you have,” Dex said. The new eye rolled in tandem with his natural orb, noiseless and smooth. Dex moved closer for the kiss. Seth grinned, then claimed his lover’s mouth with eager lips.