[Phil barely managed to cover up the sigh of pleasure at Steve's hands on his leg with a false huff of consternation as he leaned to place the book on the coffee table.

He gave Steve an even look, even as he moved to shift his body.]

For the record, threats don't work on me. They usually make me very chose exactly the opposite of what you wanted.

[He smiled; Steve well knew that, as it was. Going to sit next to the other man, Phil knew that they would adjust themselves accordingly soon enough, an easy negotiation of limbs.]

I just happen to take what you said as a request.

[And he took the opportunity then to lean in, pressing lips to matching pair.]