And if this is how you want to deal with things, it's what he'll give you. It could never be so easy to break you, whether you like to think of it that way or not – and do you know why?

He won't allow you to be broken. And should it ever come to pass that there's even a minor crack, a spidery thing all along the surface, he'll put you back together as many times as it takes until you think you're whole enough again.

There's a soft, low rumble in the back of his throat for the attention paid to his hand, and his fingers curl absently against the line of a sharp jaw as he leans in to purr his appreciation against the side of his neck. "You and good behavior don't belong in the same sentence, and you know it," he murmurs, dropping a kiss to the beat of his pulse and up to the shell of an ear. "Buuut .. maybe we could work something out."

Legs sufficiently tangled with York's, he rolls them both over until he's settled firmly between the other man's thighs, body curled above him as he takes the hand he's holding and presses it against the mattress above York's head. He still has one free if he decides to try to do a little touching of his own, but as it stands, North is already busying himself with etching a thumbnail against the rise of a hipbone.

"The hamper is definitely a start."