For two whole seconds, Kurogane said nothing. Even now, suddenly very close and very warm and very naked, Fay could be so, so aggravating. If Fay wasn't actively going to pursue what he wanted, then, well, Kurogane would have to do it for him.
It was inevitable, really.
Under the water, his broad right hand took hold of Fay's upper thigh all at once, pulling him closer and then onto his lap entirely. It was sloppy - again, drunk - but for the first time in an age and half his mouth was back on Fay's, his fingers on his skin.