Letting me win? [ Kizuna repeats, a slight pout drawling in his chest. It's really a miracle he didn't go right back in to get his tongue on his eye teeth, but the pulling motion distracts him from that urge. ] You haven't gone easy on me, have you?

[ He knows he hasn't, having never been bored with this ebb and flow between them. Not that he's backing down from teasing him, playfulness burning low in his eyes. No matter how skilled he is at maneuvering around people, brushing between strangers and wearing as many faces and demeanors as necessary, only coming back to Wriothesley has ever softened the effects. Even in the uproar of this party, Kizuna only has eyes for him. ]

Or maybe you have, because... [ Leaning up as they settle into a spot, he gives in, kissing for the sensation of those sharp teeth on his mouth. ] It's this that you're really after?

[ He grins, tutting against his mouth gently. ]