"I'm not worrying," Adrian mumbled, mostly incoherent when Stephen's lips were against his skin. Honestly, he couldn't be blamed; Stephen just did things to him.
He grinned when Stephen pulled him close, one arm reaching out to brace himself so he didn't end up toppling on top of him. "I have not got the patience of a fruit fly - I'm not even sure what one of those is... Aren't all flies annoying and a good moving hex target? - and you're lucky I'm hard or I'd take offense that you say I have the patience of one or that we're talking about flies in the first place," he replied, leaning in to kiss Stephen, hands sliding down his chest as he rocked his hips down, cock sliding against the jut of Stephen's hip. "Want you so damn much."