Shifting up a little, Erato kissed Asterion, sweet and slow with just enough tongue. She always loved how strong and sure his arm around her back was, and she was kind of hoping that he would feel bold enough to move that hand on her hip to where it needed to go, without her suggesting it. As she moved she could feel the hardness of him pressing against her leg, and she smiled against his mouth. "Mmm, good morning," she murmured, reaching a hand down between them to stroke her fingers along its length.