College splayed his free hand across Opium's chest and started a series of kisses mixed with nips- never hard enough to mark, he wouldn't be so presumptuous. "You know," He began, glancing up at Opium with a suggestive grin, "That hand in my hair is fucking hot, but-" He pressed his cheek to the old god's chest, "If you let me go, I don't have to just use my hands." His hand curled a little tighter around Opium, "And you can hold me down, if you want." he began to stroke him from base to tip as if to punctuate his point.