It did seem obscene that Much still had so many clothes on, and- fuck, were pants always this hard to- fucking - buttons were so goddamned- Much grunted in frustration as he yanked down his pants, his cock hard and needy. His mouth, too, was distraught not to be kissing Ariadne anymore, but as he stepped forward to Dionysus Much covered his own mouth, fingers pressed hard against his lips, middle finger caught between his teeth. It wasn't kissing, but fuck he needed to be touched, like, everywhere, immediately.