"Shut up," he muttered affectionately, nipping Stephen's lip lightly because although his tone wasn't laden with threats, he really didn't want to talk about it.
"Sex is a good topic to talk about," He leaned back enough to pull his shirt off when he felt Stephen's hands against his skin, tossing it on the floor. "But seeing as you can't go five minutes without thinking about your stomach, how about we agree that you can have as much as food as you want after you fuck me. Is that okay?"
Miles moaned when Stephen bit his neck, looking down at him with dark eyes when he sensed Stephen's staring at him. "Good," he said, smiling. "You're mine too."