Everywhere Luka touches him, his skin prickles, little sparks coming to life under his fingertips. It only makes him more and more eager, and he nearly follows Luka up as he breaks away to collect himself. He's also breathing quickly, little gasps and purrs slipping past his lips whenever the other kisses his face. He leans up into each one as if he could catch it out of the air before the princess even gets to him.

"Let's go, I--" he starts, hesitating for a beat as he remembers where they're going. His room. Inside. It's this last little moment of rebellion that gets quelled as Luka presses a kiss to his cheeks again. He can do this. He wants to do this.

"Let's go," he says again, more certainly this time. "Lead the way?"