"Ah!" It's enough to startle a breathy, delighted laugh out of Rook; he rolls his head to the side, obligingly baring his neck further for Epel. How could he not be pleased, when he even enjoys so much sharper teeth against his throat? "Who would ever expect a poison apple to bite back?"

Rook can't help but shudder under such pointed squirming, hips raising to meet him; even with so much more experience and stamina built up, he's getting entirely too overeager himself. How far is it between stops, again? He couldn't have gotten on that long ago..... They might have to endure this for a little while yet. Gloved fingers move to sneak under Epel's waistband, to more easily take him in hand--the less fabric there is between them, the more satisfied they both should be. "I never said I wasn't, beautiful. Shall we find out how much of me you can take?"

He certainly wouldn't be the only one getting ridden right now. But who could focus on their audience fellow passengers, when he has someone so breathtakingly gorgeous in his lap to play with?