[ He capitulates so easily. There's satisfaction in it, being filled to the brim with the melted run-off, Wriothesley's emotions welling so hot and high that it threatens to tip that surface tension at the slightest provocation. Kizuna is unafraid to let his empathy run wild with him, an underscored hunger. Still poised next to his ear with arms hung loosely against his neck, he presses his smile to its contour as if imparting a gift, a treat. ]

Good boy. [ Somehow, his brush backwards to kiss his cheek is anything but chaste. ] You know I can't resist you either.

[ Leaning back fully, he brushes noses, one leg slotting against his powerful thighs. ]

There are places other than our suite, if you can make it that far.

[ He's egging him on. Just a little. ]