[A little kiss, that's all it takes for his instinct to overwhelm him. In this moment he's forgotten all about his promises and the rest of the world. All that exists is Diva.]
[Which is why he can't allow this to happen often. But if it prevents her from seeing his image of Yuuri, smiling and perfect, in the glass...]
[His fingers thread in her long hair, brushing the back of her neck in a sweet massage. His lips pause in brushing over hers long enough to bits his lower lip, drawing blood. That should please her enough to inspire some movement, he thinks.]