Alfred let out a contented sigh. He'd just had one of the best nights of his life, and he had Arthur to thank for it.
Wearing a goofy grin, Alfred rolled over and gathered the still-out-of-breath Arthur into his arms. Arthur didn't resist, instead letting his body completely relax in Alfred's embrace.
Alfred held him close, nuzzling his neck. "That was awesome, snookiebear," he said softly.
Arthur gave a grunt in agreement. That had been--wait. "What did you call me?" Arthur asked, pulling away.
"Snookiebear?" Alfred repeated, looking confused. "Is something wrong?"
Arthur raised an eyebrow. "Why in the world would you call me that?"
Alfred laughed, shrugging. "Why not? You are, you know. My little snookiebear."
"Do you always do that?" Arthur asked, willing his blush to fade.
"Do what?"
"Call your lovers embarrassing pet names."
"Does it matter? You're my only snookiebear."
Arthur groaned and laid back down against Alfred. "You're a brat."
"Love you, too, snookiebear."