Mmm. Turns out that those lips and tongue are as talented as Mustang expected them to be, the man’s focus a remarkable experience. Roy returns the kiss enthusiastically, brushing the heat of Vrenille’s tongue with his own, and lifts his hands to the man’s jaw, almost cupping it, fingers resting against the surprisingly soft skin of the man's neck. He swears he can feel his pulse beating underneath the skin of his own pinky’s knuckle.

Unsure of how far he can initiate their fun, Mustang sidles closer to him. He fits his heated erection against the side of Vrenille’s, feeling that taut belly. Roy ends their kiss, closing his mouth, and looks him closely in the eyes. “So,” Mustang says, a touch breathless, “what is your style?”