The punch to his face took Seth by surprise, but not enough that he couldn't throw one back. It landed beautifully, and he tried not to relish the sight of Stefon's tongue visibly poking at the inside of his cheek, soothing a new wound.
He failed; he could feel himself grinning maniacally. The answering rage on Stefon's face felt like a prize, and really, what else could Seth do but lunge at him and push him back on the desk, already biting at his neck?
They finally left the studio twenty minutes later, both worse for wear and achingly hard.

















