"You win, what, because you're sitting on me? How the hell is that winning?" Davvin felt some sort of lump growing in his throat that felt a whole lot like nervousness mixed with excitement, and not necessarily of the sexual kind. It was getting harder to shove whatever was boiling up in him to the side, but there was no way he was backing down, his reputation was at stake! Rather than bothering with trying to flip Tavis, not entirely sure he could and not wanting to test it and embarrass himself, he pulled into a seating position, unseating the other man a little. He leaned forward and stopped lips a hair away from Tavis's. "If that's the way you see it, then what is this?" He pushed forward into their lips were pressed together in a kiss, not pulling any 'punches.'