Lee rested his cheek on Phil's stomach, his body curled around Phil's body as they recovered on his bed. His fingers carding absently through Lee's dark hair, Phil looked at the mess they had made of his window and couldn't stop the grin spreading across his face.
"I ought to make you clean that up," he said eventually, watching his spunk slide down the glass.
"Do you want me to lick it up?" Lee asked sleepily.
Snorting gently, Phil said, "I was thinking of window cleaner, but you can use your tongue if you want."
"I'd rather use my tongue on you." Lee demonstrated with a lick to the thin line of hair under Phil's belly button.