"Not as impressive as it could've been," he says, still breathless and far-away. "Only started halfway through the bloody thing."

He grins as he strokes his fingers along the back of Anthony's neck. He doesn't want him to move, but eventually he does. For a moment he just lays there, exposed now that Anthony's not covering him, but he doesn't care. He just breathes until he can summon the strength to roll onto his side. He pulls a pillow down beneath his head and a small smile tugs the corner of his mouth. Anthony is beautifully undone.

"Well," he echoes quietly.