Richard was maybe a little too far gone to argue, too, but he would have let Alec win it, anyway. What use did he have for winning most arguments against Alec, anyway?

"To you... Back again."

And then Alec moved, under him, the shift (besides the kiss) changing the angle just enough that Richard stiffened with pleasure, then moved faster, his breaths changing from gasped to cried out, against Alec's lips. His nails dug into the floor, hips stuttering as he tried to hold back just a little longer, to teeter on the edge of exquisite back-and-forth, of complete sharing, before he toppled beyond recovery.