Yeah, Snart knew he was going to do that. Chuckling a little, he strolled into the bathroom and hunted through the cupboard, finding a convenient bottle of lube. Apparently, they thought of everything.

He slipped it into his pocket and walked into the bedroom, once again taking it all in for a moment. His eyes were both appreciative and calculating, and he was still completely fully dressed, his erection contained in loose-fitting pants. At least he wasn't wearing his coat.

He slipped off his shoes, and walked towards the bed. "You look like you just won the fucking lottery," he said, then cocked his head, sliding one knee onto the bed and leaning over the younger man, planting his hands on either side of his shoulders. "Well, the sex lottery. If you were rich, this would look different."