Oh, Gluttony was certainly liking this. He'd had his fair share of promiscuous partners, those with experience, those about as blushing and hesitant as any virgin might come, but it always pleasantly surprised him when the other person took charge. Not that he would sit back and let it happen, of course. The Sin was very dominant in his own right, and really only ever bottomed for his brothers, Pride and Greed, and even then they had to fight for the position.
One couldn't say Gluttony didn't like them feisty, and it seemed Nihilism was just that.
"If we run out of alcohol, I'll just send you to get more," he commented lightly, fingers wrapping around the other's wrist. He took a few steps back, moving nearer to the room Nils pushed his towards, but instead of pushing the younger God's hand away from his chest, Gluttony used his grip to pull him closer. He liked contact, liked teasing little touches, and Nils had already proven that he wasn't one to be spooked away by a more forward approach.
"Doesn't matter what I think, now does it?" He was playing on the other's nature, and he knew it. "Just matters what you feel."
And at that, his back collided with a wooden door, none-too-gently, and the dark grin on his face widened.
"Are you gonna let me in?" he asked, indicating that he couldn't very well reach the door knob with Nils pushing him against it like that. "Or do I have to fuck you against the wall?"