Competent, yes, Dan didn't doubt that. He huffed a laugh, giving Bill an eskimo kiss - well, it was him brushing his nose against the other man's; Dan wasn't entirely sure what it was officially called. "How about dinner, before my bedroom?" he asked saucily, fingers pressing up and down the back of Bill's neck.
Though he stole another kiss and this one was less sweet the way any sort of nuzzle would be, tongue sweeping over the temptation of that bottom lip, past teeth to twine with his tongue too. There was a certain skill to the roughness, from Dan - he wasn't inexperienced, really, just out of practice.