Davian & Ambriel
Davian was quite pleased by the reaction Ambriel had, smugly pressing closer to him and knowing what that guilty look on the angel's face meant. He was turned on and didn't want others to know. Davian leaned in and kissed Ambriel's shoulder with a chuckle.
"Do things for me?" Davian blinked up at the angel. "Are you telling me I get to be selfish? Because, fuck, if I can do things just for me and get away with it, I'm getting an OJ fountain in my room." Knowing that wasn't exactly what Ambriel meant, Davian added, "And maybe I like being good at dancing and acting and shit like that because people always believed I was a fucking waste of space. It's nice to rub their noses in it every now and then. Sometimes I wish the commune could see me now. See me do something better than they can." Davian sniffed and shrugged, shaking his head.
"Whatever. So there's more in it for me than turning you on." He smirked again, taking Ambriel's hand. "Come tell Haylie what you thought of the kiss. If you feel the need to punch her, I would encourage that, too."