"You are spoiled," Iliya scolds, even as he brushes a kiss against Cameron's cheek. Dating remains terrifyingly new, but when they're alone, Iliya feels more at ease. He might not know what he's doing, and he might question how he could possibly deserve something that makes him feel so lucky; but in the end, it's still just Cameron standing in front of him. His friend.

The next kiss wanders lower, and the one after that lands on Cameron's jaw. "You get one kiss, and you ask for ten." Three more kisses, moving along his jaw to his chin. Iliya's hands bunch in Cameron's shirt. "What would be enough for you?"