"Fuck that. I never said I was letting you move. You got me in bed, and now you're gonna try and leave it. Bullshit," he grumbled, fingers tugging on Heath's hair and nipping his throat and then nuzzling against it. "Thinking is only overrated if you can't do it."
He groaned again, sighing and then slowly, carefully rolled off of Heath. "Although, following you into the shower certainly appeals."