"Alright... I'd like to stay too," he murmured, clinging gently to the man and tugging him down gently on himself. "Just promise me you won't let me think tonight was a mistake, okay?"

He sighs gently as their lips roll together, delighted in the taste of the hot lips, the scent of whiskey on Lockon's breath, the slight tickle of flesh touching... Truly, perfectly wonderful.