Grey is in no hurry to take his lover to bed. They have nowhere to be but in each other's arms. He knows Midnight will pass out eventually and he'll probably carry his unconscious lover across the yard to the boat and bed, but that's fine too.

He doesn't give much quarter, though, and instead of continuing with an easy, languid kiss, he dips his tongue into Midnight's mouth and yanks him closer, kissing him with determination and passion. His arms fit around the smaller man, squeezing him nice and firm against his own body.