"Of course I want ya t'stay," Davin assures him, laughing a little and shifting so he can look up at his face. "Aye, you're one o' those, huh? Gonna pass out right after the orgasm an' rob me of my afterglow?"

Davin is grinning at him big and fond, and he tips his chin up for a soft, lingering kiss. He'd be up for another round, but James looks adorably sleepy and Davin rolls away to grab a tissue to wipe the mess off of his stomach, stretching out a bit and flicking off the light before crawling back into bed. He presses himself against James' tangling their legs together and slinging an arm around his middle as he nuzzles up under his jaw with a soft, pleased sigh. "This feels really good, just layin' here with ya."

It might be a little sappy, but Davin doesn't care. He wants James to know how he feels.