"I always want something." He quips, taking that point before North can make it for him. He'd sound a little more self satisfied and smug were it not for the lips on his neck, the teeth on his lip and shit he never should've taught North that trick. Dammit, Ev, you are not allowed to be better at this than he is. Get your own shtick. He retaliates by leaning up and licking at North's mouth, tongue tip trailing along familiar and sweet lips. "Usually I want you. usually."

Almost always, if the first few stirrings of interest below the waist are anything to go by. But then he is pinned, is all but caged in and held down by the one person he trusts to have him in this position. York waits patiently. ish. Sort of. Patient for him as North makes up his mind to let go of his hand, fingers wiggling idly. Freed his hands slide from crown to spine, down North's hair and shoulders to the curve of his ass.

North's got him by the hips, he's got North by the ass. He thinks he's got the better deal, and then North just keeps talking like it's nothing and that shouldn't make him shiver a little, make his legs tip apart to cradle him properly. "Trying to use sex to condition me like a pet is cheating, Babe."