[ Following suit in the brief intermission, Aoba slips his jacket off with a roll of his shoulders and kicks it aside. His coil and shirt join it in short order. Romancing was all well and good for a bashful idiot like Reason; Desire, on the other hand, doesn't feeling like screwing around in any but the most literal sense. Gold eyes glint in the dim light as he relishes the sight of Koujaku's elegant fingers divesting him of his belt. ]

Pity. Nothing would make me happier than ripping all traces of them from you. Not to mention how honored I'd feel teaching you everything I know. [ Those words all but purred, he slings an arm around the other man's neck with a melodramatic sigh, undoing the clasps of his collar. It drops just in time- Koujaku's ministrations drag an unhindered moan from Aoba's lips as he's left hanging from his neck, back arched. His breath comes hot and fast as he tucks his face into the crook of Koujaku's neck, murmuring: ] You know I love you too, right?

[ Not that he waits for a response. Unhindered by guilt or fear, he isn't so merciful as he plunges his teeth into the newly revealed skin again and again, intent on leaving his mark. Though he accompanies the attack with a smattering of licks and kisses to soothe the pain.

Still going at it, he nudges Koujaku until his legs hit the chair and he has nowhere to go except onto the waiting seat. That accomplished, he waits for their eyes to lock before he sweeps both hands down Koujaku's legs, lowering himself between them. A teasing smile crosses his features as he leans forward, taking the pants zipper in his teeth. Angled upward for a better show, he rolls his tongue over the metal with an expertise he's sure Reason lacks. ]