"I'm very considerate," he agreed, unable to keep a completely straight face. He was anything but and they both knew it; the only time Adrian was considerate was if there was sex to be gained from behaving. "Stop destroying my reasons with your logic, you horrible person."
Adrian gave up on the desk and straddled Stephen on the chair instead, glad when it didn't immediately collapse underneath them. "You're comfier than the desk and I'm more likely to listen if I can touch you like I want to," he reasoned as he moved, nuzzling at Stephen's neck and mostly paying attention. "Oh, you can scream. It'd be hilarious; they're such stick-in-the-mud's and I know it's longer than eighteen years but those are the formative years, right? After that, their fuck-up's can't be blamed on me," he joked, biting at Stephen's pulse point. "As for numbers, you're still a freak when it comes to them but you're my freak."