The old god's hands on his skin felt just like the smoke; heady and all-encompassing, like his body had been swallowed up in a cloud. "I'm this country's god of youth." He said, pride thick in his voice. A thrill went up his spine as Opium's hand rose to tug him towards him and College went along willingly, shifting to all fours with one leg tucked under him. He kissed Opium briefly on the lips, bumped his nose against his cheek, and then quickly ducked his head to press kisses down Opium's neck and to his chest. "Of course I'm attractive. You should trust Nils' tastes-" His arm dropped and he began to boldly palm Opium's length in his left hand as he continued to press kisses to his chest.