Opium didn't pause his movements - lips against College's neck, kissing his way over skin, beard and rough stubble scratching slightly - as the other god shifted beneath him. He simply shifted a little to the side to accommodate the movement and continued to push forward, easing College back onto the bed.
He had thousands of years of experience, both personal and through the influence of his drug itself. Century after century opium was used to aid in sex, to remove inhibitions and during the empires in China, to help men perform for extensive periods of time. So sex was forever entwined with his very being... And he did enjoy it.
Pulling back again, Opium's hands moved down to the front of his neat trousers, flicking open the button and sliding them down off his hips. He wasn't rushed, rather his movements were slow and easy, almost effortless. He didn't show his weakness when he was around outsiders - those who weren't his family. And even if this was a friend of one of his beloved philosophers, he would be nothing less than the powerful, if slightly dark entity that his reputation made him.
"Off," he said, nodding down at College. "Let's see you have, boy. I'm curious to see if you deserve these recommendations you've been given."