"Oh well, I have the opposite problem. He talks all the time," he remarked with an exasperated tone as his head briefly fell back against the trolley chair back. That wasn't exactly fair, of course. He tended to provoke an over the top response, but they apparently did not need to talk about this any further. He took the cue as someone whose experienced this sort of suddenness before.

"You're flushed, but I expect that's the beer," he remarked cheekily as he slid his other hand around to grope Cid's ass. He was going to like that laugh; he just knew it. "And I won't know about the maiden thing for about five minutes, I expect."

His hand left Cid's hip as the other man leaned in to kiss him and seized those cross-stitches holding the guy's shirt together and pulled him in further while also unstringing it with two fingers.

As their lips met, he made a point of starting them off strong with a sharp nip at Cid's lower lip.