Stephen grinned against Miles' lips. "You had it bad, didn't you? That makes up for everything," he said, before dropping the subject. He wasn't looking to rub it in, but it still felt good to know that he wasn't the only one to have been affected.
"So we were talking about sex. I might be inclined to agree with you." His hands found their way under Miles' shirt. "So no wrestling and not being stubborn. I'm a lot more willing to agree with you if there is a promise of food for later, because I love sex, but I love food just as much and I've skip dinner." He leaned down and bit Miles' neck, before raising his head and stared at Miles. "You're mine now."