All too pleased to be the victor, more because of the rewards he plans to take for himself than anything, he gives Watson a breathless, but nonetheless involved, kiss. His first prize, of a few more to come. His cock is already on its way to readiness; he isn't surprised to find that rolling around nakedly on the floor with Watson is enough to revitalize his lust. It seems only right that he might take Watson -- quite literally -- as his grand reward.

"Perhaps I should have taken up rugby, if I am so successful at defeating a fine athlete such as yourself." He kisses Watson again and considers the placement of Watson's kisses on his list of addictions. "Though you can see why I never pursued the sport very much." Grinning, he glances down between their bodies. "I may be a difficult man to attract, but something about rolling around in close contact with sweaty, robust men always managed to affect me."