Valentin & Sorin: When the Clock Strikes Twelve
Sorin had been having a great time at the dance. He'd come with Dana, but they were kindred spirits in that they enjoyed the company and close quarters of more than one person. Sorin's suit was far more casual than most of the other students, including Valentin. It was hard to find inexpensive Venetian styled clothes at a used clothing store when you couldn't make them yourself and asking Kana to make them felt like he was imposing. Dana had reassured him that he looked perfectly suitable, and Valentin had seconded - and third and fourth and fifth - it.
Before meeting up with Valentin, Sorin had been playing a game with his friends that he ran into. It was a game to guess the identity of who was behind the mask, but only by kissing. Sorin was very good at this game, as he had kissed many of the students at the school. He had also had some of the drink being served, and was feeling his amorous self. Which meant, of course, that his hands strayed down Valentin's back and lower to playfully squeeze his ass.
"Wait, what?" Sorin realized the last part of Valentin's sentence didn't fit with the first part, and he blinked. "He kissed you and ran away? But why?"