Whatever his thoughts of John Saville had been up to that point were thrown out. Charlie was shocked by the sudden, hungry press of the other man's body and mouth. He was left slightly breathless by the kiss, breathless but delighted and he paused for a moment to regain his bearings. "My pleasure, wise and noble king," he murmured.
Charlie grinned and he tried to calm the violent churning in his stomach as he approached Allaster. Dimly he realized that he should not have left Allaster until the last. But there was nothing for it and he walked to the couch where Allaster sat. He leaned over and placed his hands on Allaster's shoulders, as if he needed to balance himself. Still he smiled and as he leaned over, Charlie seized the opportunity to speak. "I didn't expect to see you here," he breathed.
He looked down at the seated figure, his own face flushed from alcohol and the thrill of kisses freely given. Without a thought, and certainly without hesitation or good sense, Charlie moved to perch upon Allaster's knees. He braced himself on the other man's shoulders and ducked his head. Emboldened by Saville's hungry kiss, Charlie nipped at Allaster's lips with his teeth and groaned softly into the other man's mouth.
After what seemed like ages, but what could only have been a few seconds, Charlie reluctantly drew his head away and turned to face the rest of the group. "My fellow artists. I trust that I have attended to your needs with the proper attitude and attention that such men as yourselves deserve."