His blush wasn't quite done with him, it would seem. He could still feel his ears burning as he tossed his clothes into the hamper and his book onto his desk.

The kiss was a wonderful distraction, though. As was Booker sprawled out on the bed. That particular pose did wonders for recovering the little bit of erection that he'd lost in his mad dash upstairs. He licked his lips, still tasting Booker in his mouth, and joined him on the bed for another, deeper kiss.

"Shut up and kiss me, Sebastien. Or let me finger you open. One of those two, you decide."