He loves him all the time, yes. It's just that in moments like these, he's not entirely certain whether or not he loves him most when he's like this.

"God, 'ratio..." He has to lean in to steal another tender kiss, one hand lifting to brush fondly at his husband's cheek and stay there, fingertips resting slightly against his curls.

There's a teasing smile on his lips as he leans his forehead against Horatio's.

"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?" he murmurs, eyes studying the other man's face adoringly, "Thou art more lovely and more temperate."