"Mmmm....." He thinks he can guess what Epel was going to say. After all, it is too much, isn't it? The intense heat of soft lips and heavy breath against his skin is almost unbearable, only making the urge to peel off sweaty clothes that much stronger. His cock aches with every little shift of Epel's hips, straining tight against his trousers; it's hard to imagine he could ever find anything satisfying enough to bring him relief, if it's not Epel he's buried in. He's just so, so.....

But even that won't be enough, will it? Not given the effects of whatever this is. That delicious tension, not quite knowing what you want or which direction you should let yourself be pulled in--he's found he rather likes it, over the time he's lived here. There's no mistaking the mischievous, greedy glitter in Rook's eye, should Epel think to look up at him; one arm falls away from his waist, hand instead cupping Epel through his trousers to start squeezing and stroking him, firm and deliberate. If just contact and kissing is enough to make him struggle, how will he like this? "It being too much is half the fun, don't you think?"