Alex's fingers found their way to sink into that thick blond hair, curling there to grip before loosening and sifting through soothingly, repeating it again and again, an almost fitful touch because he just needed to touch him. He needed the contact, the heat of that mouth, the warmth of those hands.

"What makes you think I'm afraid of the consequences?"

As if he wouldn't rise to that sort of a challenge. As if he wouldn't issue one of his own in return. "Bring it, baby."