"Good, I wouldn't go if you told me to. I'm very stubborn like that," he teased, smile on his face. "And I value my dick a lot so I'll stick to just loving you if you don't have a problem with that."
He smiled brighter and hummed happily as he nuzzled Stephen's jaw, nipping and mouthing at the skin. "I don't need to protect my masculinity, I need to protect my designer clothes from projectile vomiting."
Adrian looked up, curious. "You have no inclination at all? Because I think it's a boy, I'm almost sure of it," he said honestly. "Mainly because I just don't think I'd know what to do with a teenage daughter so it has to be a boy. Saints though? As in George, David, Patrick and Andrew et al?"