He laughed softly, his breathing still a little rough. He nipped at Patrick's lips but didn't move off of him the way he usually did. He stayed there. "Christmas dinner, yes that's it. All that snark from you mother made me want to drag you back here so we could fuck all night." He couldn't say that wouldn't have done it, because it was always the plan.
If was another minute before he withdrew and rolled onto his side, wanting a cigarette, but he didn't reach for them, even though they were in his house. Part of him wanted to be sure that Patrick would be okay with his werewolf, but the other part wanted to just have their own version of Christmas. Patrick even said that he loved him and that would have made him run from anyone else, banishing them from his flat forever.
He also found himself at a complete loss for words, which was something that just didn't happen. "I know it's late in coming but do you want a drink or something?" he asked, covering this complete lapse.