"I like the sound of that," Kurt sighs, letting Jean-Paul move until they're lying together in the gently swaying hammock. He dips his head to nuzzle the side of the French Canadian's throat, inhaling his scent and kissing him just below his ear as his hand slides down over Jean-Paul's stomach.

"I like hearing you laugh as well," he murmurs against him. "I'm glad that you're happy."