"Split the work, right," he breathed, stealing another short kiss before pushing himself up and padding towards the door to lock it gently so as to make as little noise as possible. The bruise on his hip from several days ago was only just starting to fade from ugliness to match the shadow on his neck and on the back of his wrists moved with him as he came back, happily settling back into where he was before.

"Better," he muttered. Now no one could just walk in on what was about to happen.