Look, he's easy, he knows he's easy, relies mostly on reputation and his companions at this point to keep that fact from being public knowledge, doesn't advertise it anymore at inns after a night of playing his fingers to the bone. But this is fast and strange and alarming, even for him. And he's going to do something about it, he is, except he's tugged straight away into a better position, kiss deepening so quickly his head spins and there's a full body shudder, impossible to hide, when their tongues slide against one another.

He moans quietly but outright a moment later to the press of a thigh between his, muffled into the kiss, and then all he can do is grip onto this mystery man's shoulders a moment later, gasping as his knees melt away under him at the pressure of his mouth just so under his jaw.

"What...?" he manages, though there's no sense to follow it, another low moan as he can feel how that's going to leave a mark, "What are...?" you doing is probably the end of that, but even that much spirals away from him.