"I'm not that bad. I might have scared your brother shitless around Christmas but I'm usually not that terrible, am I?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Besides, I'm perfect. We both know it."
He paused before speaking, trying to gather his thoughts so he didn't say something completely fucking stupid. "Listen to me," he started, still cupping Stephen's face. "I would enjoy it once I stopped thinking, I dare say I'd even want it if I just let my dick take over but... It's you and I find it so hard to stop thinking about you. However, I love you and so I'll take you up on your invitation but only when you least expect it. Let me try and then I'll tell if you if I enjoy it or want it, okay?"