Opium hummed softly against the smile and stole another brief kiss before Tracer's hand started to move again and the harsh kiss resumed. Had it been anyone he did not see as, somewhat, an equal... such things would have never gotten by. But there was something incredibly satisfying about the force behind it - something he felt was lacking in those who encountered. So he merely rose a hand and gripped the other god's wrist, leaning in to bruise lips even more, intent on dragging Tracer to the ground in the process.