[ He knows what he's doing, and Rune isn't sure he should give into it just yet. How long could he draw it out? Would it even be the same as He Ming working as he'd watched him move around in this very skirt that seems to offend him somehow? Rune considers it and promptly decides he doesn't actually care. ]

So they can wonder if you're wearing something underneath all this? [ A pause, and Rune lets his hand slide down to curl into the waistband of those boxers. ] Or so that I spend the next hour knowing the truth?

[ Apparently, that's how long Rune's socializing is going to last. Until then, he takes advantage of the position and leans into the warmth of He Ming's body, ignoring the placement of his arm so he can nudge his face up and kiss him. The press of his mouth is firm, letting the scrape of a fang drag along his bottom lip to entice him to ask for more. ]