Viggo's kisses were minty now, and there wasn't a corner of his mouth that still tasted like him, but Sean appreciated it none the less. It was conscientious--thoughtful, and he found himself smiling when the kiss broke, his eyelids heavy as he leant back to let Viggo clean him. The second kiss was even better than the first, with Viggo's hands in his hair, the ghost of them on his cheeks, gracing under his eyes.

He was perfectly happy--gloriously happy, and he hadn't felt that way in a long time. Christian's company was wonderful, yes, but it had almost always made him feel sad, because it was only a fragile thing; he could never take it home. He could never just float in the happy, and roll over and stroke Christian's hair and know that neither of them had anywhere better to go.

Sean was sturdy, and relaxed, and he moved his right hand up and trailed his fingers back through Viggo's hair, their foreheads together, his eyes closed because he was too close to actually see him. He smiled, and breathed out a relaxed, minty breath, and thought of that damn condom he'd used with Christian and found himself laughing rather inappropriately at Viggo's request.

"Vig, if it were just today I wouldn't be here."

He licked his lips, opened his eyes and leant back so that he could see Viggo; so that he could look straight into his eyes.

"You know I want more than that. You said we have to work for perfection, and I want to work for it. I want to find it." Now, curling his hand around Viggo's back he stepped away, guiding the other man back with him. "Starting with me in your bed, until morning, starting with you waking up beside me, and me waking up beside you, and us eating a great big ugly sodding breakfast together, right here."

Sean stepped back as far as the door, brushes his lips over Viggo's once more and smirked.