"Don't tell me I make you weak," Harry teased quietly, kissing Eric's cheek. He stretched and groaned with contentment. He could feel the bruises in his hips and thighs already healing, though he felt just generally worn and well-used. He kissed Eric again. "I want to increase the wards here before dawn," he said, knowing that it was close. "I don't want something to happen and you be vulnerable."