[ Kizuna follows close behind him, fingers locked and body heat radiating. His eyes flick upwards, glassy and luminescent with want, knowing exactly when to meet Wriothesley's gaze as he looks over his shoulder. ]

Don't you know? I always want to wear you where everyone can see. [ Pushing him onwards, voice close and honey-soft behind him as they slip through the crowd. ] Your scent, your marks, the colors you leave behind...

[ Like this, Kizuna can't deny the revelry is having an effect on him. It's so easy to fall into its pulse, all caged and golden. But he is safe with this man who he's given his heart to, tethered to him by a trust that seems to magnify his desires tenfold. Having watched him throughout the night, he's finally letting it go — that knowledge that he's his, no matter how many other patrons bid for his hand and his attention. His empathy cradled that knowledge throughout. This man's heart belongs in his hands, his teeth.

Even when the crowd thins at the party's outskirts, Kizuna remains on his heels as the doorway to the stairwell comes into view. ]