Miles was mentally smirking behind the kiss, the taste of firewhiskey on Higgs' tongue mixed with a taste he already knew to just simply be his. His cock was achingly hard as Higgs pulled him in harder for a kiss.
He snorted at the reaction as they broke away from the kiss. "Didn't see any complaints," he drawled, his hand running down Higgs' robes, following the line of his chest, stopping as his hand palmed Higgs' hardened cock. He gave Higgs a daring look, his fingers squeezing the cock before giving him a daring stare. Memories of Russia flew to the front of his mind, and he let out a soft breath as he threw the last bit of common sense and caution to the wind.