Considering how much he enjoys teasing Kazu at any given opportunity, Val figures he's about earned the turning of the tables against him, this time, and the indignant little gasp he gives as Kazu steps away from him is all for show. He's genuinely curious where this is going when Kazu starts undressing and ah. A smirk slides its way onto his face as he loosely folds his arms, casting completely unashamed eyes over Kazu's form as he strips down piece by piece.

And Val thought he was the one who liked to put on a display.

He doesn't hang back too long, though—long enough to enjoy the view, drink it in, appreciate how damned attractive the man he's so smitten with is, but whilst it is very, very fun to watch, he's hardly content with just that tonight. He sidles up behind Kazu, pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades and wrapping his arms around him, fingertips trailing over the planes of his chest.

"Mm. I think what I want is for you to stop giving me a run for my money on teasing and get me out of these clothes—since you've so swiftly handled your own."