As if the boy's words had been an order, Moretti allowed himself to enjoy another hungry kiss with the boy, making a soft, growl-like noise in the back of his throat, a noise of passion and desperation, his own hands moving to stroke through and over Morgan's hair, soft and unbelievably smooth, although with Alexander's fingers running through it, Morgan's hair was no longer as neat as it had been.
"I shall have to make sure I kiss you every day then. Several times if I want to maintain my monopoly." He managed, too busy pressing kisses against the boy's lips and jaw and throat to make the words all that distinguishable.