It was better then he expected, he assumed Psyche would be mad; his mischievous jokes sometimes did not quite have the impact on others to the level that he enjoyed. Yet his hand was being moved, and his blood pumped heavy and hot in his veins as he wet his lips watching the trail move down the well dressed body. Eros nearly moved his other hand to meet the one Tobias' held in his grasp to begin undoing the snap and zipper when he was pushing away and Eros' eyes stared.
He was jolted in surprised, unable to quite comprehend what Pscyhe--or Tobias--was doing. Not until there was a sentence spoken and he saw the coat hanging from Tobias' arm.
He had invited Psyche over not only to tell her of his little prank in person, but more so because he missed her and wanted to see her. The week moved too slowly without her in it and leaving was not in the plan for the evening. Which was why he took a long stride and pressed Tobias' shoulders back hard to the door again, leg pressing between his, mouth again engulfing him. He had him pinned and had no intention of letting him leave.