[He takes as much as he can, half knowing that their chaperone will interrupt them soon. But he doesn't need alcohol when he can get drunk off her taste and scent alone, Tifa always naturally having a way to make him lose his usually well guarded inhibitions. So when Eria finally does interrupt them, he just chuckles lowly, lips still brushing against hers.]
They should be used to it.
[And even though he takes her lips again, he won't hold her for too long—he has a strong sense that Eria is about just head butt his back. But as he parts he lightly sucks on her lower lip, tongue flicking over the soft flesh to take one last taste before he pulls back, a light smirk as he reaches back to pick up his drink.]
no subject
They should be used to it.
[And even though he takes her lips again, he won't hold her for too long—he has a strong sense that Eria is about just head butt his back. But as he parts he lightly sucks on her lower lip, tongue flicking over the soft flesh to take one last taste before he pulls back, a light smirk as he reaches back to pick up his drink.]
But all right... We'll play nice.
[For now.]