He comes to the quiet car carriage, and true to his word, he searches for him and finds him waiting. He closes the door to ensure privacy, then nudges him, as he brought a spare pillow and blanket to make a makeshift bed to make it comfortable for the both of them, and a small bottle of lotion for lube on the side.

Looking at him and sitting next to him, trying to relax. He likes sex and likes sex with him a good deal, with intimacy and emotional connection if he could help it.

Trying to find the words, his face heats up to the first thing that came to mind. "It's something I'm always curious about and trying to learn about what you like. But what do you prefer? I think you have greater pleasure if you let me take control." With a tilt of his head, remembering their last session. "Is that what you like?"