"Oh so now you like my five-star shack idea, huh?"

But he just grinned and cuddled in closer. Resting his hand on the one over his waist, he let himself enjoy the feeling of fingers making patterns with no meaning on his skin. It was something that Vegas always did and it was soothing. Just endless little doodles with those fingertips. Made all the better because he knew it was because his husband needed contact with him too.

"You're my home too."