When they pressed together, the black half of Jordan growled low in his throat where it pressed up against the back of Alex's neck. There was something to be said about the intoxication of overwhelming someone else and becoming their whole world. It was his pleasure, no guilt about it, to be at the forefront of Alex's life and love. That was his. He shifted his arms from around Alex's waist to around his shoulders, tilting his head for better access to claim a kiss for himself while his white half took Alex's hands and began leading him to the bedroom.

"Do whatever you want," the white half said confidently. "As long as we can do it before work, you know I'm for it."