[There's a shiver that runs through his body. The feel of lips against sensitive skin and the resounding snap of his control that comes with it. It's so easy to let everything tip over, make a mess, and not regret it when it comes to Kizuna. The way Kizuna's praise washes over him; seesawing between a blanket to an envelop him or an electro shock to his libido. There's no mistaking the man's arousal.

And, really, wasn't Kizuna purposely encouraging it. It really takes a lot of him to not just grind down against that leg like a dog that just wants to rut and Kizuna can practically see the way that Wriothesley was calculating the entire location around them and what was close by.

It pays to learn the lay of the land for times like this.

Which is why he starts to drag the other away from the open space where they were dancing. He knows there's a stairwell nearby. Is it a little seedy? Probably. It's not romantic by any means, but somehow it's perfect for quick relief. For two impatient men who want something a little more than just a dance while giving the illusion of privacy.] You sure know how to rile a man up. [And he's eating right out of Kizuna's palm.]

You want people to know that bad? I'll make sure you look the part when we come back. No one will be able to deny what happened. [He glances at the other as he licks his lips, a grin showing off those sharp fangs of his.]