There was just something about Sean that made Viggo fall for him just a little bit more every single time. He smiled to himself, just the tiniest quirk of the lips, and he nodded, chasing that brief kiss back to Sean's mouth and pressing against him. He didn't open his mouth this time, only feeling the weight and the heat against himself.

He knew that it wasn't going to be easy. Relationships rarely were, and the kind of things that the romance novels wrote about were either wishful thinking or made or purely naivete. Or perhaps Viggo was too cynical. Or both were true. He knew that this wasn't the end of it, and there were still obstacles for them to face.

But they would face it together. He would have Sean by his side, and what they face would involve them both. What involves you will now involve me, and what involves me will now involve you. He hadn't been in a relationship for years- over a decade. Viggo wasn't even sure that he remembered how to be.

But this was Sean, and Sean was worth trying. Viggo was stepping back, moving them towards the bed, tugging him close until he was falling back onto the mattress and dragging Sean with him.

"There's room service," he said, and rolled over until he was leaning over Sean again, and his smile was crooked. "But I'd rather cook for you. Let's see if that's possible in the morning, mm?"

God. Morning. Having Sean here in the morning, and being able to look at him when the sun rose in his hair. To be able to watch him open his eyes; listen as his breathing changed.

Viggo couldn't imagine anything else that would make him happier.