The kiss was a bit unexpected, though in no way disliked. Eros' own arms quickly wrapped around his body and the kiss was equally returned in a desperate lust. The weight and taste still lingering on his tongue did nothing to quell his own wants, only made them worse, to hear they were reciprocated in kind was a yearning all on its own.
He kissed him again, messily, hungry, sliding teeth and tongue and lips down to continue the same affections over his jaw and throat, and eventually slid a hand into the thick hair nearly cupping the back of head as Eros' nipped and sucked on the lobe of his ear before speaking husked and deep. "The bedroom is this way."