Shae could pinpoint the exact moment when Ren finally began to relax against him, and the tension in the arm he'd curled around his partner's neck slackened in response. Ren's lips were so pliant, so willing against his own, and he wasn't about to let that opportunity pass him by.
In the span of time it took to blink, he'd maneuvered the other man back against the wall and pinned him in place with his hips. The now-empty beer bottle was discarded on the counter, freeing Shae's hands to caress and grope at will- he'd never been particularly shy, after all. Ren, however, seemed to require a tad more coaxing; the hesitance had been clear in his posture, in the tightness of his clenched jaw.
He was much more receptive to Shae's advances than the bounty hunter had anticipated, and that sort of positive reaction only fueled his fire. No, he wasn't drunk...at least, not full-fledged drunk. Buzzed, maybe, which didn't sound altogether promising given that he already had naturally lowered inhibitions. Ren had been doomed from the moment he'd opened the door.
With a final pass of his tongue over his partner's lower lip, Shae withdrew his mouth and reached up to trail his fingers over the sharp line of Ren's jaw. His eyes traced over the other man's kiss-swollen lips and up along the smooth, flushed skin of his cheek, lingering on the flutter of thick eyelashes against pale skin; he met Ren's blue eyes with his own, marveling a bit at the softness of the features before him that seemed so...pretty. Feminine, almost.
Yes, he was officially hard.
A smirk began to twist the corners of his lips as he watched his prey from behind the fall of his unruly dark hair. "I' take whatevah you wan' give me, Cap."