A/N: So yeah...this chapter... I really don't know what to say. It totally got away from me and got out of control!

It's very graphic (and of course long)-you have been warned!

Feedback is greatly appreciated/needed as I have no idea if it's too much, not enough, bad, good, etc.

6am- Did the deals even matter anymore? Both men didn't think they really did.

He had never heard such a primal and carnal demand uttered from Arthur's lips before. Even in their deepest and wildest throes of passion he never forcefully told him to or not to do something. It was usually the other way around. It was interesting for sure and his body couldn't decide if he was scared, turned on or just plain shocked.

It definitely made him pause.

Arthur took that opportunity to scoot over to Eames on his knees, a hard, commanding look on his face.

Again, he had never seen this side of him before. It made him a little weak in the knees but also intrigued him, thrilled him.

Arthur came right up to him, placing his warm hands on his thighs, sliding upwards.

"You said to keep an open mind and you have to admit I have but," a raw look of desire crossed his face and any feelings of being scared vanished from Eames' system. "I don't care if you're hungry. Do not make dinner."

Oh shit, he liked that, Arthur being a little nasty and telling him what to do, him wanting him and his attention but not really saying it.

He was feeling giddy. He had to play this out carefully.

He arranged his face to look calm, uncaring. "Oh, why is that?"

Arthur's hands moved up and down his thighs slowly. Eames wanted to grab him and wrestle him to the floor on the damnable scrabble pieces again, overtaking him. He couldn't yet. Arthur just wasn't quite where he needed him to be. He had to say it; he needed to hear him say it, to prove to himself that he indeed was not bored of him.

Arthur leaned in closer to his face, his alcohol breath batting his skin.

Arthur brushed his nose affectionately to his and Eames knew he was dodging the question. He would always do things like that to get out of something.

"Do you really not want to? That's so not you," he breathed into his skin, sliding his hands over his thighs aggravatingly slowly, giving him a little tease of a kiss.

Oh god, he was back to the playful teasing Arthur. Eames felt his resolve start to crumble but he knew he had to be strong.

"I told you what I want. I want food."

Eames was praying to every God and deity that Arthur didn't give up, he was banking on how pent up and intoxicated he was but he wasn't one hundred percent sure he wouldn't turn mad or...

Arthur inched closer to his face still, coming to his ear.

"And I told you before I don't care," he nipped his earlobe and Eames was probably the happiest he ever was, the top five moments at least. The first was kissing Arthur for the first time, second was the second time they had sex as the first was a little bit of a cock up for both of them, both of them too eager and fumbling and it was over way too quick, more like fucking then love making, both of them a little ashamed and embarrassed the next morning. The second time though, as if they told each other they were going to make it up to the other, they took their sweet time to really explore and pleasure and he made Arthur grip the sheets and cry out in a way he had never heard again, something that could not be replicated. He shuddered in pleasure thinking about it now, his face twisted up in half pain and half hot searing desire as he clung to Eames, body racked in sweat, bodies moving rhythmically, he thought about that moment a lot after that, how Arthur came for him, eyes closed, crying out. He jerked off a lot to that image of him, his Arthur.

This would be another image to jerk off to-Arthur in the stunning dress amidst scrabble pieces everywhere, disheveled, pressed up against him, wanting him but not saying it, teasing him, commanding him, tempting him.

Eames gulped hugely feeling sweat beads down his back and at the back of his neck. He wasn't sure if it was from being so close to the fireplace in the constrictive suit or the way Arthur was teasing him, touching him, sending him sexy looks.

His hands had stopped roaming his thighs which were tingling now from his touch, he rested them on his hips as he drew his body even impossibly closer, jabbing his hot tongue at his earlobe, a complete weak spot for Eames.

Eames again imagined compacting his desires into a tight ball, hiding it away into the corners of his mind. He needed to be strong.

He swallowed hard again. "You would deny a man his basic needs for sustenance?"

Arthur released a sultry laugh, his warm breath pushing into his ear, making him break out in goose pimples.

"And you would deny my basic needs for sex?" he whispered sucking on his earlobe.

That's something that Eames would normally say.

Oh shit.

"Is that what this is about then?" his voice sounded strained, too rough and a little too high pitched.

Arthur laughed again, moving his hands inward, resting on his belt. Eames was impossibly hard again and he closed his eyes, hoping it would help him remain in control and let Arthur do what he will without him interfering.

"You're a silly boy and again totally ignorant of my feelings and affections. I'm definitely going to have to show you now."

Say it, say it, say it…

It was like a mantra in Eames' mind.

"I really don't know what you want, you're right," he lied. Arthur needed to be in control but oh God his whole body was vibrating now, humming with anticipation and lust. Arthur was fiddling with his belt, too close to his crotch, breath ragged, and his lips still too close to his ear.

He felt him smile against his ear. "I want you to fuck me, right here, right now. The way I like it," a total command with no room for question.

"Yes, ma'am."

That's all he needed to hear to be able to move into action. It felt like he was waiting an eternity for Arthur to finally say it. It was like pulling teeth to get him to confess what he really wanted sometimes but when he did it was like fireworks. Eames was very good at reading and anticipating people as a good forger would but Arthur was always so secretive and mysterious, lost in his own head a lot and so furiously cold at times.

But this…Eames could get used to this.

Arthur had managed to unbuckle his belt. Eames opened his eyes wrapping his strong arms around a very flushed Arthur, catching him off guard, crushing his lips to his.

Arthur released a moan as Eames opened his mouth wider, their tongues gliding off each other easily as if they were two puzzle pieces that magically fit perfectly together. They were far from perfect but fuck, as far as bedroom politics went they were always hot and heavy, the best he's ever had.

He was exploring the intimate crevices of Arthur's mouth, feeling his fillings, the tips of his teeth, his tongue sweeping the roof of his mouth, the soft inside of his cheek, he was distracted now, too caught up.

Somehow Arthur managed to wrestle him to the scrabble ridden floor again. It was his turn to feel the pieces poke uncomfortably into the flesh of his back, the back of his head, his arse and his legs. Arthur hovered over him, dress askew, lips looking puffy from being overused and abused; hair a mess, half lidded, hungry eyes and the pain vanished. He would gladly lie on a bed of nails to see him like this.

He straddled him which proved a little difficult in the dress. The way he struggled with it actually turned Eames on more, the way he was dutifully trying to be sexy.

Once he positioned himself, bracing himself on lean arms on either side of Eames' head, Eames wasted no time and reached behind and squeezed his tight little ass through the fabric of the dress but became surprised when he realized…

Arthur smirked sexily.

He worked a hand slowly up his chest, resting on his collarbone, leaning into his ear again.

"Surprise."

Arthur was not wearing any underwear.

Hot fucking damn.

"I didn't think you'd mind. That and I didn't have any panties, fresh out I'm afraid."

Eames' words coming out of Arthur's mouth. He definitely had rubbed off on him in the seven months they had been living together. He was such a horrible influence.

Eames dug his fingers in deeper, separating his buttocks, liking the reaction he was getting from his partner. His eyes fluttered and his breath shuddered.

"You shouldn't have told me that. Too easy of access," he slid a finger down his crack slowly as if to prove the point, loving how hot he felt and the way his arse clung and stuck to the fabric from sweat or maybe other things. Arthur shuddered harder, gripping his shoulder with one hand, the other arm trembling from his weight, incoherent words and sounds tumbling from his mouth.

"All the more reason why I told you. Easier to fuck me in this impossible thing," he breathed into his shoulder, hard for him to get the words out.

God he loved it when he talked dirty. He couldn't remember the last time he had done that. Frankfurt maybe after he got him ridiculously drunk at that beer garden?

Eames cupped his arse in his arm tightly, liking the way he arched his back and stiffened. He traced a finger up his spine slowly to the nape of his neck with his other hand. "You didn't wear underwear so I could fuck you easier? That's probably the hottest thing you've ever said to me. Please continue."

Arthur laughed lightly through hot, shuddering breaths, his head nearly on his shoulder as if he needed support, his slight, flexible body doing strange and miraculous things to Eames. He noticed the strain the other man was enduring by supporting himself on one arm. He forced Arthur to lie on top of him completely and he felt him relax, his arm still quivering slightly. He kneaded his arm and he felt Arthur relax further and smile.

He shifted on top of him and in the close contact he could feel how ridiculously hard Arthur was for him. Knowing nothing was underneath the dress just made his own cock throb. He gripped one of his ass cheeks, brining him closer and Arthur whimpered a little.

"I forgot how much I missed you fondling my ass actually. I remember you tried to do it at the museum opening you took me to when we were in the bathroom but we were in public. But god damn I wanted you to keep going."

He remembered all too well and he thought Arthur had long forgotten. He really didn't think he liked his arse being groped.

Eames was becoming undone, unraveled.

He tried to move his arm away to explore other parts of him, to start to undress him when he felt Arthur's hand on his.

"Don't," he was pleading. "Touch me more."

Fuck. This was going infinitely better than what he had hoped.

"Arthur," he moaned. He couldn't take much more; his cock was throbbing badly now and he wanted to rid him of the dress completely.

Arthur was nuzzling his neck, sucking at the soft, tender flesh where neck and shoulder met.

He let his fingers roam over his arse getting another whimper from Arthur as he grazed his neck with his teeth. He decided to take it a bit further and pinched him. He made a noise of pain but he felt him shudder with pleasure.

"Just like that," he breathed. "I want you fucking hard and pent up for me."

Sweet Jesus.

"I don't think I can be any harder for you, luv," he arched his hips so he could feel how hard he was for him.

Arthur moaned in approval.

He stopped what he was doing which brought Eames up short. Arthur was breathing hard, licked his lips and took his face in fully for the first time in what felt like ages.

He chanced moving one hand to the back of the dress, trying to decipher how it all worked, how he was supposed to undress him. It seemed harder than inception. He hadn't undressed a woman since college-so long ago.

Arthur tugged at his jacket, smiling. "How the hell am I supposed to get you out of this tight thing? We didn't think this far ahead did we?"

They laughed together. "You took the words right out of my mouth. God, I love you."

Did he just?

He surely just said that in his head right?

Arthur's smile evaporated off his sweet face. Eames blushed furiously, breaking out in new sweat.

No, he defiantly cocked up and said it out loud. In the heat of the moment it just tumbled from his insane mouth. He loved that Arthur was feeling the same as him in that moment, that they were on the same wave length as they often were despite their disagreements.

He hoped to God that Arthur would just ignore it, move past it but he knew he wouldn't.

Arthur opened his mouth to speak but Eames cut him off, back peddling.

"It doesn't count; we're fooling around and…"

Arthur punched him hard in the shoulder, smiling a toothy grin.

"I wanted to say it to you first you fuck head. You're always beating me to the punch with that sort of thing."

Oh. Well he was beating him now with a punch which was in some way ironic. He was going to bring it up but thought against it.

"But you didn't mean it?" He switched gears and touched Eames' face affectionately, searching his eyes deeply, looking a little apprehensive and needy. He loved how sensitive he could be at times; it was a side of him no one else got to see besides him, like a secret trait of his. He felt special to see it.

Eames wasn't sure what to say. Were they really going to have this discussion right here and right now? Seven months in the making?

It didn't seem appropriate. But hell, nothing they did this evening and now morning was really appropriate.

When in Rome.

His heart beat quickened and he returned the smile which he found was easy to do despite how nervous he was feeling.

"Arthur, I love you very deeply you must know that," he tucked some of his lose hair behind his ear, rubbing his thumb over the outline of his small ear getting a smile from him.

"Go on," he was trying to keep a straight, solemn face but he knew him too well, it wasn't working, he looked a little red in the face, bashful at the sentiment.

He felt his heart fill up with a huge feeling for him. Arthur wanted this. He wanted it too now he knew.

He moved his hand to his face, caressing him.

"It's always been you. No one else. Now stop making me bleed my bloody heart out for you, you bastard," he laughed.

He moved to kiss him, to end the spewing out of feelings portion of the evening (now morning) but Arthur put out his hand to stop him, dancing his fingers on his plump lips.

"Don't I get a turn?"

As if to answer him Eames took one of his fingers in his mouth, Arthur surprisingly allowing it. He slowly sucked, gliding his tongue underneath his slender finger imagining it was his wet and juicy cock.

Arthur's eyes fluttered closed and he breathed out some extremities. He fucked his mouth with his finger for a minute, both men moaning and bodies moving against each other. Eames grazed it with his teeth and bit a little. Arthur turned a deeper shade of red and cried out.

He regrettable removed his now very wet finger visibly trying to regain his composure. Eames let him.

"You have to stop doing that and by that I mean in a bit. Just let me say this."

Eames kneaded Arthur's arm again and nodded. He could wait. He was all ready compiling a hefty list of things he was going to do to him in a minute.

"Dan…" he was struggling with his words which was odd for him.

He ran a hand through his tussled locks and exhaled shakily.

"Shit, I'm really no good at this. I said I wanted to say it first but really I have no idea what I'm doing. You're much better at expressing yourself than me."

It was a lot for Arthur to admit something like that. Eames shook his head and smiled sweetly, he ran a thumb over his cheek. Arthur met his hand and squeezed it.

"You don't have to. I mean it doesn't count, remember?"

Arthur laughed a little. "It does so you jackass," he kissed his hand.

"And I love that you said it I just have no idea what to say in return," he seemed to blush again. Eames had to admit that he was a little crestfallen that his partner couldn't return the sentiment but he understood at the same time.

He sighed and took his young, flushed face in both his hands, cupping it.

"You don't have to say anything, darling, this is enough for me. You're enough for me."

He was fooling himself if he thought it didn't bother him. He had been fooling himself for the past seven months to think it didn't matter. He would just have to wait. He had waited this long. Arthur was worth it.

Arthur smiled and…

Did he think he saw possible moisture at the other man's eyes? No, it must have been the firelight or a trick on his tired eyes.

"You aren't crying are you luv?"

Arthur blinked rapidly and shook his head. "No, don't be silly. I'm just tired."

"I can fix that," he grabbed at him and kissed him fiercely, feeling Arthur relax and sigh into him. He definitely felt some wetness at his eyes in their closeness but decided to politely not comment. He was probably feeling poorly at not expressing himself, telling him how he felt.

They were up in a sitting position, gasping before he knew it.

Arthur was scrambling to get up and he helped Eames to his feet, helping him brush off the many scrabble pieces that were still stuck to him. Arthur lingered on his backside, apparently for payback. Eames watched him carefully as he moved his hands over it like he was brushing it off, eventually just lingering there, grasping at it.

"Fuck," he breathed into Arthur's mouth.

Arthur moved to kiss the sides of mouth teasingly, pulling at his hair, making him go crazy.

He parted their kiss with a breath and gingerly removed his tight jacket. Eames felt immediately freer. To his surprise Arthur just threw it to the floor instead of properly folding it like he normally took the time to do during love making.

Eames grinned and tried to move to the back of Arthur's dress but Arthur stopped him, shoving at his fingers.

He pressed their foreheads together, panting and started on Eames' shirt, going way too agonizingly slowly as he unbuttoned the buttons. "Fuck, Arthur," he released shakily as his smooth hands found his exposed abdomen, trailing a finger down to his navel and to the little hair there. He left his dress shirt open and Arthur drank him in, eyes roaming all over him and gave him a slight nod as if in approval.

"God, you look fucking hot. I love your chest; I can just see your tattoos." His open shirt did cover them slightly but Arthur traced them with his fingers ever so lightly as if to remind himself. The large masks over his right pectoral, the words just below his collarbone and finally the one just above his hip, close to his navel.

Eames shuddered.

His fingers roamed over his ribs moving slowly to his abs and Eames gripped at the other man's arms feeling like he again was coming undone.

He removed his all ready unbuckled belt and glided his deft fingers to his crotch going slowly inward. He inhaled sharply when he felt him on his cock, tugging a little. He leaned into his forehead, gripping his arms tighter.

"Arthur…"

He closed the distance and smothered his mouth with his, kissing him quickly as he undid his top button and moved to unzip him. He felt he could breathe easier and felt some pain subside as the pants were undone finally and Eames helped him remove the impossibly tight things, him wincing as he felt blood rush through again, no longer being constricted. Arthur noticed him rubbing at his thighs and Arthur helped him, fussing over the deep red marks of where the pants were digging into him.

"Poor thing," he breathed running his fingers over the deep lines, bending over and kissing him sloppily along the waist and hip bone.

Eames ran his hand through the other man's hair as he kissed the length of the marks and lingered on his tattoo sweeping his tongue over it.

Eames released something totally insensible, not even formulating words as he felt Arthur's long tongue going lower to the tip of his boxers, he pulled at his hair getting a smirk from the other man.

He went lower still, getting on his knees, clasping his hips for support as he pulled at his boxers with his teeth and only using his fingers to get up and over his erection. Eames kicked his boxers off but could only moan and dig half moons into Arthur's shoulders, holding on to him for dear life.

Arthur kissed his navel, pushing his nose into the little hair there, inhaling him.

"Arthur," he moaned.

"Don't worry I still want you to fuck me the way I like it. I haven't forgotten," he breathed into his abdomen, feeling the vibrations of his words on his skin, making him shiver.

"I just want a taste."

Before Eames could really comprehend what Arthur meant he nudged his cock with his nose as if in a tease.

He closed his eyes as he felt his hot tongue deliciously lick him slowly from balls to tip. He shuddered out some curses and other things mostly about how fucking great it felt and how much he wanted him.

"I know," he breathed into his cock, his hot breath expelling out on it making it quiver.

He took him in his mouth and he knew he was going to come fast if he wasn't careful, warning him as such. He was lost to the sounds of Arthur making noises as he sucked and how his body was riding the pleasure. Arthur only sucked and licked for a little while, apparently getting it out of his system and was up off the floor too quickly, wiping at his mouth. Eames felt lightheaded, a little dizzy and totally off balance, his body screaming for more attention.

"Up against the wall, back to me," Eames managed to growl out once he had regained enough composure though he felt weak in the knees.

Arthur looked far too smug and pleased with himself. He deserved payback. He complied and went to the wall.

Eames removed his socks and moved to remove his shirt when Arthur came to him, stopping him, eyes wide.

"Don't, it looks so hot like that with just your shirt on, open like that," he smiled weakly and was pleading with him with his eyes.

Eames arched an eyebrow. Apparently he didn't know all of Arthur's kinks.

"Oh yeah?" He took a step back from him, ran a hand through his hair, smirking, letting him take in his almost naked body and erect cock. "You like that huh?"

Arthur nodded, blushing.

Eames grabbed at his arms, pushing him back into the wall maybe a little too hard, still smirking.

"What else do you like?" He kissed his throat.

"I…"

Eames ran his tongue over his neck, leaving behind a saliva trail, liking the way Arthur couldn't formulate speech.

Arthur shuddered and swallowed hard.

"I like your tongue."

"Pppfftt, I really knew that. Next!" he slid down a sleeve of the dress and kissed a trail down his shoulder, making sure to use his tongue liberally.

"Fuck," Arthur moaned out, squirming against him.

"Better think of something, darling," he breathed into his pale skin, moving to the other shoulder of the dress.

He slid that sleeve down too and ran his fingers over his throat and bony collarbone, tugging at the dress to go further down but it not cooperating. He furrowed his eyebrows.

"I would if you weren't distracting me."

He thought of a way so he wouldn't be "distracted". Eames turned him around so his face was pressed up against the wall and his back was facing him. He needed to get him out of the dress however hot it was.

There was a hook and eye set and he fumbled with it not knowing how Arthur managed to get this on by himself.

Arthur, his cheek pressed up against the wall, tried looking at him.

"I like your fingers deep in me, exploring my ass," he breathed out, lungs working hard.

Eames came close to his ear. "I gathered that too. Next!" He licked inside his ear making Arthur cry out.

He managed to undo the clasp and set to the zipper. Arthur was squirming and making these noises that left Eames breathless and his cock throbbed harder.

He finally released him of the dress. He tugged at the sleeves, pulling them down off his shoulders slowly until the dress finally just dropped to the floor and Eames had free range to his marvelous, muscular back, shoulders and tight arse. He was definitely more in love with Arthur's backside. Arthur was the opposite and loved his front side.

His clasped his arse immediately as Arthur squirmed against the wall, putting one hand on it to brace himself, his breath hitching in his throat.

"I like when you wear an apron and nothing else when you're making me things in the kitchen."

Eames stopped abruptly. That was definitely new and definitely hot. He filed that away for later.

He squeezed his ass cheeks together liking how Arthur arched his back into him, brushing his erection with his ass. He totally lost his mind to his touch.

Now they both were breathless and uttering incoherent things as Arthur grinded his ass against his pelvis and it took every ounce of control from Eames not to enter him then and fuck him against the wall. That wasn't the way Arthur liked it.

He didn't want him to stop as his smooth ass slid against him rhythmically. He definitely could get off that way but didn't want to. He slapped Arthur's ass hard getting a whimper from him and shoved him deeper against the wall.

He clasped his narrow hips, bringing him tight against him, letting him feel how wet he was and licked the back of his neck.

"Eames…"

They were both hanging by a thread, they both knew it.

Arthur reached behind, somehow managing to squirm his small hand in between and stroked the length of him it turning into pulling a few seconds later.

Not to be outdone he reached around and grasped the younger man's gorgeous cock, Arthur coming off the wall slightly so that Eames could get a better angle. He buried his face into his shoulder as they both worked each other with their hands.

"Eames, please," he breathed in between long strokes and tugs, like he couldn't take it anymore.

Eames couldn't either. He kissed his shoulder and turned him around. He took in his pale, milky white, slim, muscular figure, devoid of much body hair and so smooth, a total blank canvas, very unlike himself but he loved it that way. He could stare at his naked body all day.

He slid his hands up around his narrow torso by his rib cage and stroked his sides with his calloused thumbs. He always rubbed poker chips together if he was out and bored, a bad habit he developed which made his fingers rough. Arthur never seemed to mind though.

Arthur took a step closer to him, wrapping his arms around his waist, stroking his back under the still open shirt. Eames closed the distance so they were pelvis to pelvis, erections dancing against each other and caught his mouth, devouring him.

Someone gave instructions to move to the couch, he wasn't sure who anymore, there were a lot of commands and other things coming out of their mouths, it was hard to keep track.

They fondled on the couch for a while and Eames knew regrettably he would have to get up to fetch what they needed. He tried to get up but Arthur pulled him back down on top of him playfully, nipping his lip. He detangled himself giving him a quick kiss and a wink saying that he would be right back. He was so deeply pent up that it was hard to move but he went as quick as he could to the bathroom drawer for their "things" and came back to hover over Arthur on the couch who still looked as ready as ever, cock looking red, long and amazing, his pale skin was a sharp contrast to the deep brown of the sofa.

Arthur positioned himself on his stomach, knowing what was coming. Eames slipped on a condom and applied the lube to his fingers, it was the warming kind and he liked the feel of it.

He ran a hand over Arthur's arse once again just for good measure, exploring it, making him squirm and clench around his fingers.

He entered him with a finger and fucked him slowly, Arthur moving in rhythm with him a few seconds later, fucking back into his finger, gripping the couch, uttering things into the cushion.

He got him good and stretched with his fingers, liking the feel of his pink muscle.

Arthur was pleading with him now like he totally lost his mind but Eames needed to do something first. He removed his fingers, spread him wide and fucked him with his tongue.

"Eames, God, please…"

"You said you liked my tongue and me exploring your ass so I thought I'd give you both," he teased, gliding his tongue in and out some more for good measure.

"God, Eames, fuck me…"

He didn't need to be told twice.

He entered him quickly and roughly without warning like Arthur liked, long, quick strokes, his pelvis crashing into him.

With his still lubed up hand he worked Arthur in his hands.

It didn't take long at all before Arthur came in his hands, wet and steaming and Eames was close behind, releasing everything he had, clutching his hips tightly as he shuddered into sweet release.

They both collapsed on the couch after, Eames still inside him, liking the feel as he felt the aftershocks ripple through his body.

"Shit," he whispered into his back, kissing it.

Arthur laughed lightly. "We made quite a mess."

After his heart rate slowed to a somewhat normal level he chanced moving positions, removing himself from inside Arthur to his grunt of disappointment, him mumbling "sorrys", Arthur kissing him and telling him that it was all right, that he was marvelous and he lied on the couch so that Arthur was resting on his chest, snuggled against him, practically glowing from the fantastic sex.

He traced his fingers over his tattoos and sighed, his lids looking heavy. Eames squeezed him tighter to him, loving his closeness and felt incredibly tired as well. They had stayed up all night successfully and even into the early morning.

Eames glanced over his shoulder and squinted. In the faint early morning light he could see that it had stopped snowing finally. He decided he needed to tell him the good news.

"It stopped snowing, pet."

When he didn't hear a response he jostled him a little, only getting a little snore in return.

Eames smiled warmly. He had totally tuckered out the point man. He had also won the first deal but as Eames watched the steady rhythm of his beautiful chest rising and falling he realized he didn't care. If Arthur asked later he would just lie and say he wasn't sure who won. Again because he was worth it and feeling satisfied that he wasn't bored of him. The night a win in his mind. He kissed the top of his head, held him close and fell into a deep sleep himself.