Some people might not relish the thought of being used as a stripper pole, but Hamish loved it. And, despite looking like a twig, the were was more than strong enough to support him, so he abandoned his drink to the table and put one hand under Reid's rear, the other under one thigh, lifting him and holding him.
"My sweet, with a face like yours and that smile there's little you cannae ask of me," he chuckled, reaching up to stroke his hair before he leaned in and kissed him, tasting the new lip gloss before he pulled back. "Ah. But you're too wonderful to leave out with narry a blanket to wrap in for a cuddle," he sighed. Snuggling while resting after a round was always one of his favorite parts of sex. Well, post sex. He kissed him again and smiled, leaning down to breath in his scent and then kiss his neck hungrily.