"Unless I need to?" he asked, looking at Stephen skeptically. "Has he said anything to you that will make me be the worst husband ever if I don't punch him?"
He grinned contentedly when Stephen's hands moved, not moving away or looking at all uncomfortable. He couldn't do, not when he loved Stephen's hands on him. "I'm yours, you're mine, we're each other's. I want somebody else touching me as much as you do," he replied, looking up at him. "I could do it, maybe, but I'd only ever do it for you. I wouldn't get off on it because I get off on you. And no killing," he added as an afterthought. "That's worse than punching."
Adrian furrowed his brow, thinking about it. "Pleasurable as in orgasms? Because I'm always up for one more of those," he teased. "I'm... Not free. I have a shift from two till eight so that makes lunch or dinner plans impossible," he said. "The weekend before could work. I'm not working on the Saturday or the Sunday."