Perhaps as much use as Alec had for winning them, but he still grinned like he'd conquered an obstacle, the words meaning almost as much as the way that Richard's body shifted against him.

Alec could feel how close he was, and he kept pushing Richard through the shift, kept chasing his own pleasure as well. His hips pressed into Richard, too far gone to have any sort of sensible rhythm and too close to the edge to find words for response when the smug smile and the way his hands tightened on Richard's hips said enough.