[Despite not remembering or being aware of it, he knew and had used that tradition more than any other. It was in his blood to know it, and it was the highest honour that he could bestow anyone. Now it was simply reserved for Steve because there was no one else he would want inside of him forever than this man right here.

He tipped his head back slightly, savouring the warm lips against his throat, his ankle and calf stroking up and down over Steve's ass as they continued to lounge without any sense of hurry with each other. He moaned at the invasion, his muscles clenching with it even if he was slick and warm and gave no actual resistance.]

Yes, but I don't expect that to happen. You're hardy. Eight should not kill you, if you even make it to that number. Maybe you'll just tire and go to sleep. A shame really... [He injected an undertone of boredom that was every bit a challenge.]