Maybe it was supposed to be his place to be the responsible one, but any common sense had left him by the time he'd kissed Ten. Maybe even a good long while before then, when he had told him to show him to his room. Because now he pushed him away, but only to shove him onto the bed and he was already crawling on top of him a moment later, kissing him as if he was his source of oxygen, needy and eager.

Maybe he shouldn't have bothered getting dressed.