Victor didn't let go.
Not when Elias shifted in his lap with the squirming grace of a very annoyed cat. Not when Elias sighed dramatically into his collarbone. Not even when Elias muttered something obscene in three languages, one of which Victor was reasonably sure hadn't been spoken since the first god was murdered by the second.
Instead, he tucked the blanket around them both like he had any right to be that gentle and pressed his lips to Elias's temple in a kiss that lingered just long enough to feel real.
Elias huffed. "You're enjoying this way too much."
Victor made a pleased noise low in his throat. "Naturally. I have a warm, snarky omega in my arms, a bed that smells like him, and at least twelve hours of uninterrupted possession. I'd be a fool not to."
"You are a fool."
"Ah," Victor sighed, content, "but I'm your fool."
